Fochcheȝ þis fre mon, & fayre he hym þonkkeȝ;
"Of such a sellyly1 soiorne, as I haf hade here,
Your honour, at þis hyȝe fest, þe hyȝe kyng yow ȝelde!
I ȝef yow me for on of youreȝ, if yowre-self lykeȝ,
For I mot nedes, as ȝe wot, meue to morne;
& ȝe me take sum tolke, to teche, as ȝe hyȝt,
Þe gate to þe grene chapel, as god wyl me suffer
To dele, on nwȝereȝ day, þe dome of my wyrdes."
"In god fayþe," quod þe god mon. "wyth a goud wylle;
Al þat euer I yow hyȝt, halde schal I rede."