| | Neuer aftir was ther anger hem betwene | |
| | He cherissed her though she were a quene | |
| | And she was trew to hym for euermore | |
| 840 | Of thyse two folk ye gete of me nomore | |
| | Aurilius that his cost hath al forlorne | |
| | Cursith the tyme that he was born | |
| | Allas allas quod he that y behight | |
| | Of purid gold a thousand pound weyght | |
| 845 | Vnto this Philosopher how shal I do | |
| | I se nomore but that I am fordo | |
| | Myn heritage y muste nedis selle | |
| | And be a beggar here I may not duelle | |
| | And shamyn al my kynrede in this place | |
| 850 | But I of hym may gete sum grace | |
| | But natheles I wol of hym assay | |
| | At certeyn yeris and daies to paye | |
| | And thanke hym of his grete curtesie | |
| | My trouthe wol I kepe I wil not lye | |
| 855 | With herte sore he goth vnto his cofyr | |
| | And broughte gold vnto this Philosophir | |
| | The valew of fyue hundrid pound I ges | |
| | And hym besechith of his gentilnes | |
| | To graunte hym dayes of the remenaunt | |
| 860 | And sayde maistir I dar wel make auaunt | |
| | I faylid neuer of my trouthe as yet | |
| | For sikirly my dette shal be quyt | |
| | Toward you how euer that I fare | |
| | To go a beggyng in my kirtil bare | |
| 865 | But yf ye wolde vouchesauf on surete | |
