Awaye was all his care,
And on he put his good clothynge,
The other he lefte there.
He wente hym forthe full mery syngynge,
As men have tolde in tale,
His lady met hym at the gate,
At home in ‘Wierysdale.’ [146]
Welcome, my lorde, sayd his lady ;
Syr, lost is all your good ?
Be mery, dame, sayd the knyght,