& ȝe ar knyȝt com-lokest kyd of your elde,
Your worde & your worchip walkeȝ ay quere,
& I haf seten by your-self here sere twyes,
Ȝet herde I neuer of your hed helde no wordeȝ
Þat euer longed to luf, lasse ne more;
& ȝe, þat ar so cortays & coynt of your hetes,
Oghe to a ȝonke þynk ȝern to schewe,
& teche sum tokeneȝ of trweluf craftes.
Why ar ȝe lewed, þat alle þe los weldeȝ,
Oþer elles ȝe demen me to dille, your dalyaunce to herken?