Þat haues in sorwe him-self brouth,
Lokes þat ye demen him rith,
For dom ne spared[128] clerk ne knith,
And siþen shal ich under-stonde
Of you, after lawe of londe,
Manrede, and holde oþes boþe,
Yif ye it wilen, and ek rothe.”
Anon þer dune he hem sette,
For non þe dom ne durste lette,
They say he is to be bound on an ass’s back,