| 860 | That ben encombred of oure lyuys | |
| | And as thow art a rightful lord and Iuge | |
| | Ne yeue vs neyther mercy ne refuge | |
| | But sle me first for saint charite | |
| | But sle my felow eke as wel as me | |
| 865 | Or ellis hym first for they thou knowe hym lite | |
| | He is thy mortal fo this is arcite | |
| | That fro thy lond was banysshed on his hed | |
| | For whiche he hath deserued to be ded | |
| | For this is he that cam to thy yate | |
| 870 | And sayde that he highte Philostrate | |
| | Thus he hath iaped the many a yeer | |
| | And thow hast maad hym thy chief squyer | |
| | And this is he that loueth Emely | |
| | For sithnes the day is come that I shal dy | |
| 875 | I make pleynly my confession | |
| | That I am that woful Palamon | |
| | That hath thy prison broke wickedly | |
| | I am thy mortal fo and he am I | |
| | That loueth so hote Emely the bright | |
| 880 | That I wil dye here present in her sight | |
| | Therfore I axe deth of my Iewise | |
| | But sle my felow in the same wise | |
| | For bothe haue we deserued to be slayn | |
| | T | His worthy duke ansuerde anon agayn | |
| 885 | And saide this is a short conclusion | |
| | Your owen mouth be your confession | |
| | Hath dampned you and I wil it recorde | |
| | Hit nedith not to peyne with the corde | |
