My verray conſell is, that yow pretend
This day, (ſen yow becummyne art hir knycht
[3284] Of hir comand, and fechtit in hir ſycht),
And well yow ſchaw, ſen yow may do no mor,
That of reſone ſche ſal the thank tharfore;
and to be ashamed of every point of cowardice.
Of euery poynt of cowardy yow ſcham,
[3288] And in til armys purcheß the ſum nam.”
With that of love in to o new deſir
Swift as a crossbow-bolt he seeks the field.