On my legend, at length scho wald not mis

How for hir saik I sufferit mekill sorrow.

Yit give[431] I micht at this time get my wis[432],

Of hir sweit mouth, deir God, I had ane kis.

I wis in vane, allace we will dissever,

I say na mair, Sweit hart, adew for ever!

[ANE PLEASANT SATYRE OF THE THRIE ESTAITIS.]

Prologue.

Spoken by DILIGENCE.