Louerdinges, ich wile you sheue,
A þing of me þat ye wel knewe.
He says, “My father was king of Denmark.
Mi fader was king of denshe lond,
Denemark was al in his hond
Þe day þat he was quik and ded;
But þanne hauede he wicke red,
Þat he me, and denemark al,
He left me and my sisters in charge of a foul fiend,
And mine sistres bi-tawte a þral: