And he that wolde smyte of the knyghtes hede
And brynge it to me,
He shall have the knyghtes londes,
Syr Rycharde at the Le ;
I gyve it hym with my chartèr,
And sele it with my honde,
To have and holde for ever-more,
In all mery Englonde.”
Than bespake a fayre olde knyght,
That was treue in his fay,