Þat wat3 furred ful fyne with felle3, wel pured,
No hwe3 goud on hir hede, bot þe ha3er stones
Trased aboute hir tressour, be twenty in clusteres;
Hir þryuen face & hir þrote þrowen al naked,
Hir brest bare bifore, & bihinde eke.
Ho come3 with-inne þe chambre dore, & closes hit hir after,
Wayne31 vp a wyndow, & on þe wy3e calle3,
& radly þus re-hayted hym, with hir riche worde3,
with2 chere;
"A! mon, how may þou slepe,