In to the hale sche hym lad, [290]
That lemyred ase gold bryght;
Sche byrlyd whyt wyne and Rede:
‘Make vse myrre a-geyne owre Dedd,
I wot will̴, yt ys so dyght!’
‘Be my trowthe!’ seyd Torrent, [295]
‘I wole be thy warrant,
He comythe not here thys nyght.
On soche a slepe he ys browght,
All̴ men of lyve wakythe hym nowght,