| | This nobil kyng is set vp on his trone | |
| | This straunge knyght is fet to hym ful sone | |
| | And on the daunce he goth with Canace | |
| 270 | There is the reuel and the Iolite | |
| | That is nat abil a dul man to deuyse | |
| | He muste haue knowe loue and his seruise | |
| | And be as festliche man as fresh may | |
| | That shul you deuysen suche aray | |
| 275 | Who coude you telle the fourme of daunses | |
| | So vncouthe and so fressh contenaunces | |
| | And therto suche subtil lokyngis | |
| | For drede of Ielosie mennys preysinges | |
| | No man but Launcelot and he is ded | |
| 280 | Therfore I passe ouer of al this lustihede | |
| | I say nomore but in this iolynesse | |
| | I lete hem til men to sopper hem dresse | |
| | The stiward biddith spicis forto hye | |
| | And eke the wyne in al this melodye | |
| 285 | The vsshers and the squiers ben gon | |
| | The spicis and the wyne is comen anon | |
| | They ete and drynke & whan this was at ende | |
| | Vnto the tempyl as reson was they wende | |
| | The seruise don they haue that day | |
| 290 | What nedith you to reherce here aray | |
| | Eche man woot weel that a kyngis feste | |
| | Hath plente to the moste and to the leste | |
| | And deyntees mo than be in my knowyng | |
| | And aftir sopper goth this nobyl kyng | |
| 295 | To se this hors of bras with al the route | |
