XVII

Thenne loȝe þat oþer leude, & luflyly sayde,

"I halde hit hardily hole, þe harme þat I hade;

Þou art confessed so clene, be-knowen of þy mysses,

& hatȝ þe penaunce apert, of þe poynt of myn egge,

I halde þe polysed of þat plyȝt, & pured as clene,

As þou hadeȝ neuer forfeted, syþen þou watȝ fyrst borne.

& I gif þe, sir, þe gurdel þat is golde hemmed;

For hit is grene as my goune, sir G:, ȝe maye

Þenk vpon þis ilke þrepe, þer þou forth þryngeȝ

Among prynces of prys, & þis a pure token

Of þe chaunce of þe grene chapel, at cheualrous knyȝteȝ;

& ȝe schal in þis nwe ȝer aȝayn to my woneȝ,

& we schyn reuel þe remnaunt of þis ryche fest,

ful bene."
Þer laþed hym fast þe lorde,
& sayde, "with my wyf, I wene,
We schal yow wel acorde,
Þat watȝ your enmy kene."

hardilyly, in MS.