XXXIV

With care & wyth kyssyng he carppeȝ hem tille,

& fele þryuande þonkkeȝ he þrat hom to haue,

& þay ȝelden hym aȝay[n] ȝeply þat ilk;

Þay bikende hym to Kryst, with ful colde sykyngeȝ.

Syþen fro þe meyny he menskly de-partes;

Vche mon þat he mette, he made hem a þonke,

For his seruyse, & his solace, & his sere pyne,

Þat þay wyth busynes had ben, aboute hym to serue;

& vche segge as sore, to seuer with hym þere,

As þay hade wonde worþyly with þat wlonk euer.

Þen with ledes & lyȝt he watȝ ladde to his chambre,

& blybely broȝt to his bedde, to be at his rest;

ȝif he ne slepe soundyly, say ne dar I,

For he hade muche on þe morn to mynne, ȝif he wolde,

in þoȝt;
Let hym lyȝe þere stille,
He hatȝ nere þat he soȝt,
& ȝe wyl a whyle be stylle,
I schal telle yow how þay wroȝt.

watȝ (?).