[188] Quhat loue hyme chargit he mot tak one honde,
Deith, or defam̅, or ony maner wo;
And at this tyme with me It ſtant rycht ſo,
for I dare not oppose Love’s command.
As I that dar makine no demande
[192] To quhat I wot It lykith loue commande.
Tueching his chargis, as with al deſtitut,
Within my mynd ſchortly I conclud
For to fulfyll, for ned I mot do ſo.
HE THINKS OF THE STORY OF LANCELOT.