| Til she cam there here herte was in fyre | |
945 | And as a bitore blondrith in the myre | |
| She leyde her mouth vnto the watir doun | |
| Bewrey me not thou watir with thy soun | |
| Quod she to the I telle it and to no mo | |
| Myn husbonde hath longe assis eris two | |
950 | Now is myn herte al hool now it is oute | |
| I myght no lenger kepe it out of doute | |
| Here mowe ye se though we a tyme abyde | |
| Yet out it muste we can no counsel hyde | |
| The remenant of the tale yf ye wil here | |
955 | Redith Ouyde and there ye may it lere | |
| This knyght of whom my tale is specially | |
| When that he saw he mighte not come therby | |
| This is to say what woman louen most | |
| With ynne his brest so sorouful was his gost | |
960 | But hoom he goth he mighte not soiourne | |
| The day was come that homward moste he tourne | |
| And in his wey as happid hym to ryde | |
| In al his care vnder a forest syde | |
| Where as he saw vpon a daunce go | |
965 | Of ladijs .xxiiij. and yet mo | |
| Toward whiche daunce he drow ful yerne | |
| In hope that he sholde som wisdom lerne | |
| But certeinly or that he cam fully there | |
| Vanysshed was this daunce he nyste where | |
970 | No creature saw he that baar lyff | |
| Saue on the grene he saw sittyng a wyf | |
| A fouler wight ther mighte noman deuyse | |