Þenne he ka3t to þe knot, & þe kest lawse3,
Brayde broþely þe belt to þe burne seluen:
"Lo! þer þe falssyng, foule mot hit falle!
For care of þy knokke cowardyse me ta3t
To a-corde me with couetyse, my kynde to for-sake,
Þat is larges & lewte, þat longe3 to kny3te3.
Now am I fawty, & falce, & ferde haf ben euer;
Of trecherye & vn-trawþe boþe bityde sor3e
& care!
I bi-knowe yow, kny3t, here stylle,