Þrow þe sanchoþis of his bryk;

It towchyd neyþer thye.

14

‘Now hast þu ȝouyn me on be-forn,’

Al þus to Wrennok seyde he,

‘And þrow þe myȝt of our lady

A bettere I xal ȝeue þe.’

15

Gandeleyn bent his goode bowe,

And set þer in a flo;