To dry3e a delful dynt, & dele no more
wyth bronde.
Þe kny3t mad ay god chere,
& sayde, "quat schuld I wonde,
Of destines derf & dere,
What may mon do bot fonde?"
1 derne (?).
IV.
On the morn he asks for his arms.
He dowelle3 þer al þat day, and dresse3 on þe morn,