He praythe yow, yf ye myght, [885]

To harburrow hym thys won) nyght,

Yf yowr will̴ yt bee.’

The kyng swere be hym, þat dyed on tre:

‘There ys no man) in) crystyante

More welcome to me!’ [890]

[ (78)]

The kyng a-Rose and to the gat yod,

Lordes and other) knyghtes good,

That were glad of hys commyng.