“Maister,” quod he, “of yowre beneuolens,
Y yow beſech that tueching myn offens,
Ȝhe wald wichſaif your conſell to me If
Arthur asks how he shall amend,
[1392] How I ſal mend, and ek her-eftir leif.”
“Now,” quod the maiſter, “and I have merwell qwhy
Yow aſkith conſail, and wil in non affy,
Nor wyrk thar-by; and ȝhit yow may In tym,
[1396] If yow lykith to amend the cryme.”
“Ȝhis,” ſaith the king, “and ſuthfaſtly I will