I xal rappe tho rebawdys and rake them on rought,
With my bryght bronde.
Ther xal be neyther kayser nere kynge,
But that I xal hem down dynge,
Lesse than he at my byddynge
Be buxum to myn honde.
Now, my jentylle and curteys knyghtes, herke to me this stownde,
Good tyme sone me thynkyghe at dyner that we were;
Smertly therfore sett a tabylle anon here fful sownde,
Coverid with a coryous clothe and with ryche wurthy fare;