She persuades the lady to return to her chamber, without further delay.
So mokil to hir lady haith ſhe vroght
That at that tyme ſhe haith Returnyt hir thocht,
And to hir chambre went, withouten more,
[1268] Whar loue of new aſſaith hir ful sore.
So well long thei ſpeking of the knycht,
Her cousin labours to expel her love for Lancelot from her thoughts, but her labour is in vain.
Hir cuſynace hath don al at ſhe mycht
For to expel that thing out of hir thocht;
[1272] It wil not be, hir labour Is for nocht.