Þat þou me bede of þe knaue;
He is drenched in þe flod,
Abouten his hals an anker god;
He is witer-like ded,
Eteth he neure more bred;
He liþ drenched in þe se:—
and asks for his reward.
Yif me gold [and] oþer fe,[36]
Þat y mowe riche be;
And with þi chartre make [me] fre,