He sayd: ‘so god me saue,
Fayne thou woldest my dough[ter haue],
Thou hast loued her many a d[aye].’ 827
‘Ye, by my trouthe,’ sayd Torente,
‘And I were a ryche man,
Ryght gladly by my faye.’ 830
‘If thou durst for her sake
A poynte of armes vndertake,
Thou broke her vp for ay.’ 833
‘Ye,’ sayde he, ‘or I go,