I wyll gyue her in londe.’
‘Gramercy, syr,’ sayd he, 935
‘With my tonge I haue so wrought,
To breke my day wyll I nought,
Nedes me behoueth there to be.’ 938
‘On Goddes name,’ the kynge gan sayne,
‘Iesu brynge the saffe agayne,
Lorde, moche of myght!’ 941
Mynstralsy was them amonge,
With harpe, fedyll and songe,