[944] For that I did of werrey nede behwß,
It tuechit to my honore and my fame;
I mycht nocht lefe It but hurting of my nam,
And ek the knycht was mor to blam than I.
[948] But ye, my lady, of your curteſſy,
Wold ȝe deden my Ransoune to reſaue,
and begs for liberty:
Of preſone ſo I my libertee myght haue,
Y ware ȝolde euermore [to be] your knyght,
[952] Whill that I leif, with al my holl myght.