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,