Then she takes her leave.
Thenne lachcheȝ ho hir leue, & leueȝ hym þere,
For more myrþe of þat mon moȝt ho not gete;
When ho1 watȝ gon, sir G. gereȝ hym sone,
Rises, & riches hym in araye noble,
Lays vp þe luf-lace, þe lady hym raȝt,
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,