In chamber there he lay;
‘Sir,’ he said, ‘I haue thy wede,
There shall̴ no man reioyse thy stede,
Yf so be, that I may. [2310]
By oure lady seynt Mary, [2411]
Here shalt thou no lenger lye,
Nether be nyȝt) ne be day;
As I am) Curtesse and hend,
To the kyng I shall̴ wend, [2315]
And ffor thy love hym pray!’