Lyghtly let in thyne husbande,

Wyllyam of Cloudesle.’

12

‘Alas!’ then sayde fayre Alyce,

And syghed wonderous sore,

‘Thys place hath ben besette for you

Thys halfe yere and more.’

13

‘Now am I here,’ sayde Cloudesle,

‘I woulde that I in were;