Sykernes thou make me so
Of thy doughter hende. 836
Ye and after all my ryghtes
By VII score of hardy knyghtes’
Al they were Torentes frende. 839
‘Now, good lordes, I you praye,
Bere wytnes of this day
Agayne yf god me sende!’ 842
Torente sayd, ‘so may I the,
Wyst I, where my jorney shold [be],