Ȝif ȝe luf not þat lyf þat ȝe lye nexte,
Bifore alle þe wyȝeȝ in þe worlde, wounded in hert,
Bot if ȝe haf a lemman, a leuer, þat yow lykeȝ better,
& folden fayth to þat fre, festned so harde,
Þat yow lausen ne lyst, & þat I leue nouþe;
And þat ȝe telle me þat, now trwly I pray yow,
For alle þe lufeȝ vpon lyue, layne not þe soþe,
for gile."
Þe knyȝt sayde, "be sayn Ion,"
& smeþely con he smyle,