For more myrþe of þat mon mo3t ho not gete;
When ho1 wat3 gon, sir G. gere3 hym sone,
Rises, & riches hym in araye noble,
Lays vp þe luf-lace, þe lady hym ra3t,
Hid hit ful holdely, þer he hit eft fonde;
Syþen cheuely to þe chapel choses he þe waye,
Preuely aproched to a prest, & prayed hym þere
Þat he wolde lyfte2 his lyf, & lern hym better,
How his sawle schulde be saued, when he schuld seye heþen.
Þere he schrof hym schyrly, & schewed his mysdede3,