| 330 | And thou also most nedis lese thyn hed | |
| | For thou art cause why thy felaw deyeth | |
| | And to the thridde knyght right thus he seyeth | |
| | Thou hast not do that I comaundid the | |
| | And thus he did hem sle al thre | |
| | I | Rus Cambustus was eek dronkelew | |
| | And ay delitid hym to be a shrew | |
| | And so befil a lord of his meyne | |
| | That louyd wel vertuous moralite | |
| | Saide on a day betwix hem self right thus | |
| 340 | A lorde is lost yf he be aught vicious | |
| | And dronkenesse is eke a foul recorde | |
| | Of ony man and namely of a lorde | |
| | Ther is many an ye and meny an ere | |
| | Awaytynge on a lorde he not nat where | |
| 345 | For goddis loue drynketh more temperatly | |
| | Wyne makith a man to lyue wrecchidly | |
| | His mynde and eek his lymys euerichon | |
| | The Reuerse shalt thou se qd he anon | |
| | And preue it be thyn owen experience | |
| 350 | That wyn ne doth to folk such offence | |
| | Ther is no wyn that bereuyth me my might | |
| | Of hond of foot ne of myn yen sight | |
| | And for despit he drank muche the more | |
| | An hundrid part than he did before | |
| 355 | And right anon this yrous cursid wrecche | |
| | This knyghtis sone leet beforn hym fecche | |
| | Comaundid hym he sholde beforn hym stonde | |
| | And sodenly he took his bowe in honde | |
