. . . . . ly ivyll he gone 464
The kynge of Nazareth sent hym me,
Torent, I wot-saue hym on the,
For better loue I none!’ 467
Afterwarde vpon a tyde,
As they walkyd by the ryvers syde,
The kynge and yonge Torent, 470
This lorde wolde fayne, that he dede were
And he wyst nat, on what manere,
Howe he myght hym shent. 473