| 325 | Betwene me and you and that right sone | |
| | Ride when you list ther is nomore to done | |
| | Enfourmed whan the kyng was of the knyght | |
| | And hath conceyued in his wit a right | |
| | The maner and the fourme of al this thing | |
| 330 | Ful glad and blithe was this nobyl kyng | |
| | Repeyryng vnto his reuel as beforn | |
| | The bridyl is in to the tour yborn | |
| | And kept among his iewels leef and dere | |
| | The hors vanysshed I not in what manere | |
| 335 | Out of her sighte ye gete nomore of me | |
| | But thus y lete in lust and in iolite | |
| | This Cambuscan his lordis festeyng | |
| | Tyl wel nygh the day be gan to sprynge | |
| | T | He noryce of digestiouns the sleep | |
| 340 | Gan on hem wynke & bad hem take kepe | |
| | That muche mete and labour wol haue reste | |
| | And with a galpyng mouth he hem alle keste | |
| | And sayde it was tyme to lye a doun | |
| | For blood was in his domination | |
| 345 | Cherisshed blood natures frend quod he | |
| | They thankyn hym galpynge by two by thre | |
| | And euery wight gan drawe hym to his rest | |
| | As sleep hem bad and took it for the best | |
| | Here dremys shul not be told for me | |
| 350 | Ful where here heedes of fumosite | |
| | That causith dreme of whiche ther is no charge | |
| | They slepyn til it was pryme large | |
| | The moste part but yf it were Canace | |
