‘Therfor be glad,’ seid Litull John,
‘And let this mournyng be;
And I shal be the munkis gyde[982],
With the myght of mylde Mary.’
XXXVI
[Than spake Moche, the mylner son,]
‘We will go but we two.’—
‘An I mete hym,’ seid Litull John,
[‘I trust to wyrke hym woo.]
XXXVII
‘Loke that ye kepe wel owre tristil-tre[983],
Under the levys smale[984],
And spare non of this venyson,
That gose in thys vale.’
XXXVIII
Fforthe then went these yemen two,
Litull John and Moche on fere[985],
And lokid on Moch’ emys hows[986],—
The hye-way lay full nere.
XXXIX
Litull John stode at a wyndow in the mornyng,
And lokid forth at a stage[987];
He was war wher the munke came ridyng,
And with hym a litul page.