The lady ſauch, and rewit in hir thoght
The knychtis worſchip wich that he haith vroght.
and is smitten to the heart by the dart of love,
In hire Remembrance loues fyre dart
[1228] With hot deſyre hir ſmat one to the hart;
And then a quhill, with-outen wordis mo,
In to hir mynd thinking to and fro,
She ſtudeit ſo, and at the laſt abraid
and prays her cousin to draw aside, while she kisses the knight.
[1232] Out of hir thocht, and ſudandly thus ſaid,