XXVII.
1792
"Þat is a worde," quod þat wy3t, "þat worst is of alle,
Bot I am swared for soþe, þat sore me þinkke3;
Kysse me now coraly, & I schal cach heþen,
I may bot mourne vpon molde, as may þat much louyes."
Sykande ho swe3e doun, & semly hym kyssed,
& siþen ho seueres hym fro, & says as ho stondes,
"Now, dere, at þis de-partyng, do me þis ese,
Gif me sumquat of þy gifte, þi gloue if1 hit were,