How tender hit is to entyse teches of fylþe;
& þus, quen pryde schal me pryk, for prowes of armes,
Þe loke to þis luf lace schal leþe my hert.
Bot on I wolde yow pray, displeses yow neuer;
Syn ȝe be lorde of þe ȝonde[r] londe, þer I haf lent inne,
Wyth yow wyth worschyp,—þe wyȝe hit yow ȝelde
Þat vp-haldeȝ þe heuen, & on hyȝ sitteȝ,—
How norne ȝe yowre ryȝt nome, & þenne no more?"
"Þat schal I telle þe trwly," quod þat oþer þenne,
"Bernlak de Hautdesert I hat in þis londe,