For he was knyght and kynges sone,
Kynde for-yaf that tyme,
That noon harlot were so hardy
To leyen hond upon hym.
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Ac ther cam forth a knyght,
With a kene spere y-grounde,
Highte [Longeus], as the lettre telleth,
And longe hadde lore his sighte.
Bifore Pilat and oother peple