| | But wolde ye vouchesauf for goddis sake | |
| | The pery with ynne your armys forto take | |
| | For wel I woot that ye mystruste me | |
| 1100 | Than sholde I clymbe wel ynough quod she | |
| | So I my feet myght sette vp on your bak | |
| | Certis quod he therof shal be no lak | |
| | Mighte I you helpyn with myn herte blood | |
| | He stoupith adoun and on his bak she stood | |
| 1105 | And caughte hir be a twiste and vp she goth | |
| | Ladyes I pray you be not wroth | |
| | I can not glose I am a rude man | |
| | And sodenly anon this damyan | |
| | Gan pulle vp the smok & in he throug | |
| | A greet tente a thrifty and a long | |
| | She sayde it was the meriest sytte | |
| | That euer in her lif she was at yet | |
| | My lordis tente seruith me nothing thus | |
| | He foldith twifolde be swete Ihesus | |
| | He may not swyue worth a leek | |
| | And yet he is ful gentil and ful meek | |
| | This is leuyr to me than an euynsong | |
| 1110 | And whan that Pluto saw that wrong | |
| | To Ianuary yaf ayeen his sighte | |
| | And made hym se as wel as euyr he mighte | |
| | And whan that he hadde caught his sighte agayn | |
| | Ne was ther noman of thing so fayn | |
| 1115 | But on his wyf his thought was euyr mo | |
| | Vp to the tre he cast his yen two | |
| | And saw how damyan his wyf hath dressid | |
