| | That serue loue for aught that may falle | |
| | But this is yet the beste game of alle | |
| | That she for whom they haue this Iolite | |
| 950 | Can hem therfore as moche thank as me | |
| | She wot nomore of al this hoot fare | |
| | Be god than woot a Cuckow or an hare | |
| | But al muste be assayd hoot or cold | |
| | A man muste be a fool yong or old | |
| 955 | I woot it be my self ful longe agoon | |
| | For in my tyme a seruaunt was I one | |
| | And therfore sethnys I knowe of louys peyne | |
| | And wot how sore hit can a man distreyne | |
| | As he that hath be caught in this laas | |
| 960 | I yow foryeue hoolly this trespaas | |
| | And at the request of the quene that knelith here | |
| | And eke of Emely my suster dere | |
| | And ye shul bothe vnto me swere | |
| | That neuer ye shal my croune dere | |
| 965 | Ne make warre on me nyght ne day | |
| | But be my frendes in al that ye may | |
| | I yow foryeue this trespas fair and weel | |
| | And they hym swar his axing euerideel | |
| | And hym of lordship and mercy prayde | |
| 970 | And he hem grauntyd and thus he sayde | |
| | T | O speke of worthy linage and richesse | |
| | Though that she were a quene or a princesse | |
| | Eche of yow bothe is worthy doutles | |
| | To wedde whan tyme is but natheles | |
| 975 | I speke as for my sustir Emely | |