| | Vnder the grounde there Pluto duellith yn | |
| | Or neuer shal I my lady wyn | |
| | Thy tempil in delphose wol I seke | |
| 370 | Lord Phebus se the teris on my cheke | |
| | And of my payne haue som compassion | |
| | And with that word in swonnynge he fil adoun | |
| | And longe tyme he lay in a traunce | |
| | His brothir whiche knew his penaunce | |
| 375 | Vp caught hym and to bedde hath hym brought | |
| | Dispeiryd in this turment & in this thought | |
| | Lete I this woful creature ly | |
| | Chese he whethir he wol lyue or dy | |
| | Arueragus with hele and honour | |
| 380 | As he that was of cheualrye the flour | |
| | Is comyn hoom and othir worthy men | |
| | A blisful herte hath now dorigen | |
| | That hast thy blisful husbond in thyn armys | |
| | The fresh knyght the worthy man of armys | |
| 385 | That louith the as his owen hertis lyf | |
| | No thing list he to be ymaginatyf | |
| | If ony wight hadde spoke whylis he was oute | |
| | To her of loue ther of hadde he no doute | |
| | He not entendith to suche matere | |
| 390 | But daunsith iustith and makith good cheer | |
| | And thus in ioye and blis I lete hem duelle | |
| | And of the sik Aurilius wol I telle | |
| | In langour and in turment furious | |
| | Two yeer and more lay this Aurilius | |
| 395 | Or ony foot he mighte on erthe goon | |
