He can no longer eat.
He ne mouthe no mete hete,
Ne he ne mouchte no lyþe gete;
Ne non of his iuel þat couþe red;
Of him ne was nouth buten ded.
All sadly obey his summons.
Alle þat the writes herden,
Sorful an sori til him ferden;
He wrungen hondes, and wepen sore,
And yerne preyden cristes hore,