Some good londe on to lende,
That my chyldren may crystened be[n].’ 1836
She sayd, ‘ladyes fayre and gent,
Great well my lorde Sir Torent,
Yf euer ye hym se[n]!’ 1839
The wynde arose on the myght,
Fro the londe it blewe that lady bryght
Into the se so grene. 1842
FRAG. 7. DESONELL AND HER TWINS REACH LAND.
Wyndes and weders hathe hir dryuen,