If thei be clene withowtyn blame,
Byd hem come hedyr and shew wyttnes.
Den. Alle redy, sere; I xal hem calle,
Here at ȝour courte for to appere;
And yf I may hem mete withalle,
I hope ryght sone thei xal ben here.
Awey, seres, lete me com nere,
A man of wurchep here comyth to place,
Of curtesy me semyth ȝe be to lere,
Do of ȝour hodys with an evyl grace.