| 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 | |