To wynnen us heve[n]riche blisse.
The messager to the Pope com,
And seyde that oure kynge wes ded:
Ys oune hond the lettre he nom,
Y-wis his herte wes ful gret:
The Pope himself the lettre redde,
Ant spec a word of gret honour,—
“Alas!” he seide, “is Edward ded?
Of Christendome he ber the flour!”
The Pope to is chaumbre wende,