Wyttys ben revid,
Erys ben devid,
I am servid soo.
Secundus miles. He is aresyn, this is no nay,
That was deed and colde in clay, —
Now is he resyn belyve this day,
Grett woundyr it is to me.
He is resyn by his owyn myght,
And fforthe he gothe his wey ful ryght;
How xul we now us qwytte,