They all mourn and lament.
Quanne he weren alle set,
And þe king aueden i-gret,
He greten, and gouleden, and gouen hem ille,
And he bad hem alle ben stille;
And seyde, “þat greting helpeth nouth,
For al to dede am ich brouth.
Bute nov ye sen þat i shal deye,
He prays them to tell him who can guard his daughter best.
Nou ich wille you alle preye