| | With moche glorie and solempnite | |
| | And eke hir yonge suster Emelye | |
| | And thus with victory and melodye | |
| 15 | Lete I this worthy duke to Athenes ryde | |
| | And al his oost in armes hym besyde | |
| | And certis if it nere to long to here | |
| | I wolde haue tolde fully the matere | |
| | How wonne was the regne of femenye | |
| 20 | Be Theseus and by his cheualrye | |
| | And of the grete bataille for the nonys | |
| | Betwix athenes and amasones | |
| | And how beseged was Ipolita | |
| | The faire lady quene of Cithea | |
| 25 | And of the feste that was at hir weddynge | |
| | And of the tempest at hir hom comynge | |
| | But al thinge I moot as now forbere | |
| | I haue god woot a large feld to ere | |
| | And week ben the oxen in the plow | |
| 30 | The remenant of my tale is long ynow | |
| | I wil not lette eke none of this rowte | |
| | Let euery felow telle his tale aboute | |
| | And let se now who shal the souper wynne | |
| | And there I lefte I wil agayn begynne | |
| | T | His duke of whom I make mencion | |
| | Whan he was come almost in to the toun | |
| | He was ware as he cast his ye a syde | |
| | In al his welthe and his most pryde | |
| | Where that ther kneled in the high wey | |
| 40 | A companye of ladies twey and twey | |
