Gode bourde[137] he hadde of his gle,
The riche quen al so hadde he.
When he hadde stint[138] his harping,
Than seyd to him the king,
Menstrel, me liketh wele thi gle,
Now aske of me what it be,
Largelich Ichil the pay,
Now speke, and tow might asay.
Sir, he seyd, Ich beseche the,
Thatow woldest give me,