XXXIII.
¶ He huit and he houerit, quhill midmorne and mair,
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Behaldand the hie hillis, and passage sa plane;
Sa saw he quhair the Coilȝear come with all his fair,
With twa Creillis on ane Capill; thairof was he fane.
He followit to him haistely among the holtis hair,
For to bring him to the King, at bidding full bane.
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Courtesly to the Knicht kneillit the Coilȝear;
And Schir Rolland him self salust him agane,
Syne bad him leif his courtasie and boun him to ga.
He said: "Withoutin letting,
Thow mon to Paris to the King,
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Speid the fast in ane ling,
Sen I find na ma."
XXXIV.
¶ "In faith," said the Coilȝear, "ȝit was I neuer sa nyse,
Schir Knicht, it is na courtasie commounis to scorne;
Thair is mony better than I cummis oft to Parys,
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That the King wait not of, nouther nicht nor morne.
For to towsill me or tit me, thocht foull be my clais,
Or I be dantit on sic wyse, my lyfe salbe lorne."
"Do way," said Schir Rolland, "me think thow art not wise,
I rid thow at bidding be, be all that we haue sworne,
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And call thow it na scorning, bot do as I the ken,
Sen thow hes hard mine Intent;
It is the Kingis commandement,
At this tyme thow suld haue went,
And I had met sic ten."
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XXXV.
¶ "I am bot ane mad man, that thow hes heir met,
I haue na myster to matche with maisterfull men;
Fairand ouir the feildis, Fewell to fet,
And oft fylit my feit in mony foull fen;
