"3e schal not rise of your bedde, I rych yow better,
I schal happe yow here þat oþer half als,
& syþen karp wyth my kny3t þat I ka3t haue;
For I wene wel, Iwysse, sir Wawen 3e are,
Þat alle þe worlde worchipe3, quere-so 3e ride;
Your honour, your hendelayk is hendely praysed
With lorde3, wyth ladyes, with alle þat lyf bere.
& now 3e ar here, iwysse, & we bot oure one;
"My lorde & his lede3 ar on lenþe faren,
Oþer burne3 in her bedde, & my burde3 als,