Ci commence le fablel e la cointise de dame Siriz

As I com bi an waie,
Hof on Ich herde saie -
Ful modi mon and proud.
Wis he wes of lore,
And gouþlich vnder gore,
And cloþed in fair sroud.

To louien he begon,
On wedded wimmon;
þerof he heuede wrong!
His herte hire wes al on,
þat reste neuede he non -
þe loue wes so strong
(Dame Sirith Vv. 1-12)

þis modi mon bigon to gon
Wiþ Siriz to his leuemon
In þilke stounde.
Dame Siriz begon to telle
And swor bi Godes ouene belle
Hoe heuede him founde.

'Dame, so haue Ich Wilekin sout,
For nou haue Ich him ibrout.'
'Welcome, Wilekin, swete þing!
þou art welcomore þen þe king.

Wilekin þe swete,
Mi loue I þe bihete,
To don al þine wille!
Turnd Ich haue mi þout,
For I ne wolde nout
þat þou þe shuldest spille.'
(Dame Sirith Vv.417-32)

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