“Na,” quod the king, “madem, our ſon It waire;
Ȝhe ſal remayne her for the qwenys ſak;
[2340] Syne ſhal ȝhe of our beſt knychtis tak.”
“Sir,” quod ſche, “I pray ȝow me excuß,
For-quhy to paß nedis me behuß;
Nor, ſen I want the knycht which I have ſocht,
[2344] Wtheris with me to have deſir I nocht,
For I of otheris have that may ſuffice.”
Bot ȝhit the king hir prayt on ſich wyß,
She remains till the third day.