Bot ros hir vp radly, rayked hir þeder,
In a mery mantyle, mete to þe erþe,
Þat watȝ furred ful fyne with felleȝ, wel pured,
No hweȝ goud on hir hede, bot þe haȝer stones
Trased aboute hir tressour, be twenty in clusteres;
Hir þryuen face & hir þrote þrowen al naked,
Hir brest bare bifore, & bihinde eke.
Ho comeȝ with-inne þe chambre dore, & closes hit hir after,
Wayneȝ1 vp a wyndow, & on þe wyȝe calleȝ,
& radly þus re-hayted hym, with hir riche wordeȝ,