The thrid morow, as that the ſone vas lycht,
The knycht onon out of his bed aroß,
[2808] The maden ſone one to his chalmer goß,
And ſacretly his armour one hyme ſpent.
He tuk his lef, and ſyne his way he went
He goes to the same green, beside the river, as before.
Ful prewaly, rycht to the ſamyne greñ
[2812] One the rewere, whar he befor had ben,
Ewyne as the day [he] the first courß hath maad.
Alone rycht thar he howit, and abaade,