| | This Ianuary is rauysshid in atraunce | |
| | At euery tyme he lokid in her face | |
| | But in his herte he gan her manace | |
| | That night in his armys he wolde her streyne | |
| 510 | Harder than Paris euer dede Eleyne | |
| | But natheles yet hadde he gret pyte | |
| | That that nyght offende hir muste he | |
| | And thoughte allas o tender creature | |
| | Now wolde god she myghte wel endure | |
| 515 | Al my corage it is so sharp and kene | |
| | I am agast she maye not sustene | |
| | But god forbede y dede al my myght | |
| | Now wolde god it were woxe nyght | |
| | And that the nyght wolde laste euermo | |
| 520 | I wolde al this pepyl were ago | |
| | And finally he doth al his labour | |
| | As he best myghte sauyng his honour | |
| | To haste hem fro the mete in subtil wyse | |
| | The tyme cam that reson was to ryse | |
| 525 | And aftir that men daunsid and drank faste | |
| | And spicis al aboute the hous they caste | |
| | And ful of ioye and blisse is euery man | |
| | Alle but a squier that highte Damyan | |
| | Whiche carf before the knyght meny a day | |
| 530 | He was so rauysshed on his lady May | |
| | That for the verry peyne he was nygh wood | |
| | Almost he sweltid & swowned there he stood | |
| | When he saw her daunce with a ring on hir hand | |
| | So fressh she was and therto so likand | |
