Abouten his hals an anker god,
Þat he ne flete in the flod.”
He sends for a fisherman, and says to him,
Þer anon he dede sende
After a fishere þat he wende,
Þat wolde al his wille do,
And sone anon he seyde him to:
“Grim, I will make you free.
“Grim, þou wost þu art mi þral,
Wilte don mi wille al,