For she was com) of gentill̴ blood,
In her lond had they bene:
‘God loke the, lady ffree, [2050]
What makist thou in this contre?’ [2151]
‘Sir,’ she said, ‘I wene,
Seynt Katryn) I shold haue sought,
Wekyd weders me heder hath brought
In to this fforest grene, [2055]
And all̴ is dede, I vnderstond,
Saue my selfe, that com) to lond