And thought, whethyr it better bee
Yif neuyr man it after had;
An I it caste in to the see,
Off mold was neuyr man so mad.
The swerd he hyd undyr a tree,
And sayd, ‘syr, I ded as ye me bad.’
‘What saw thow there?’ than sayd the kynge,
‘Telle me now, yiff thow can;’
‘Sertes, syr,’ he said, ‘nothynge
But watres depe, and waives wanne,’