He was ful mykel & hardy, & strong as a Geaunt.
He was bold Curteys & fre, & fair & god of manere,
So tht alle folk hym louede, tht auewest hym were.
But for couetise of desheraison, of damysele Argill,
& for a chere tht the kyng sey, scheo made Coraunt till,
He dide hem arraye ful symplely, & wedde togydere bothe,
For he ne rewarded desparagyng, were manion ful wrothe.
A while they dwelt after in court, in ful pore degre,
The schame & sorewe tht Argill hadde, hit was a deol to se.
Then seyde scheo til hure maister, of whenne sire be ȝe?