Lameth “the good archere,” my name was ovyr alle,
ffor the best archere myn name dede ever sprede;
Record of my boy, here wytnes this he xal,
What merk that were set me to deth it xuld blede.
Adolescens. It is trewe, mayster, that ȝe seyn, indede;
ffor that tyme ȝe had ȝoure bowe bent in honde,
If that ȝour prycke had be half a myle in brede,
ȝe wolde the pryk han hitte, if ȝe ny had stonde.
Lameth. I xuld nevyr affayled what marke that ever were sett,
Whyl that I myght loke and had my clere syght;