On the tre gobettys lette hewe,
And in the halle let hit lygge,
To loke what he wolde sygge.
"When the lord in cam,
Of the tre hed he nam; [ 1710]
'Dame,' he sayd, 'were grew this tre,
That lyes thus hewen in trhe?'
'Sire,' scho sayed, 'in thyn erber,
Hyt grewe nowthir fer no ner.'
'Depardus! dame,' quod he tho,
'Now hit hewen hys, let hit go.'
In hys hert he was wroth,
Bote to contak he was loth;
He ne sayed nouȝt al that he thout.
The dougter anoon the way nam, [ 1720]
And to the modir sone he cam,
And sayed, 'Modir, so mot I the,
I have doon as thow bade me;
Hys fayre hympe that thow see,
That sprade so brood and so heye,
I lete hewyt by the more,
And ȝyt was he nowt wroth ther-fore.'
"'Dogter,' quod the moder tho,
'I walde red the, as I mot go,
Prove hym ȝyt anothir stound, [ 1730]
Are love thow have to ard bound.
Thow he were stille and spake nouȝt,
Thou wost never what hys thout.'
Ȝyt [scho] sewyd hyr modyr wylle,
And went hom al ston stille,