He is ded, how thinkyth ȝow?
He xal nevyr go nor speke.
Primus miles. We wyl be sure or than we go,
Of a thyng I am bethowth;
ȝondyr is a blynd knyth I xal go to,
And sone awhyle here xal be wrowth.
Here the knyth goth to blynde Longeys, and seyth,
Heyl, sere Longeys, thou gentyl knyth!
The I prey now ryth hertyly;
That thou wylt wend with me ful wyth,