Sir Orfeo

he schuld

thenche that he were in on of the joies of Paradis

The King hadde

a quen of Priis

The fairest

levedi, for the nones

ful of

love and godenisse

sche crid

and lothli bere gan make

and was reveyd

out of hir wit

thy bodi,

was so white y- core, with thine nailes is all to-tore

is al

wan, as thou were ded

whider thou

gost, ichil with the

bot ever

ich have yloved the as mi liif and so thou me

the King hadde a croun

on hed; it nas of silver, no of gold red, ac it was of a precious ston

and schewed me

castels and tours, rivers, forestes, frith with flours, and his riche stedes ichon

and tortore

thine limes al

Lever me were to lete

mi liif than thus to lese the quen, mi wiif

never eft

y nil no woman se

al his kingdom

he forsoke; Bot a sclavin on him he toke

he that hadde y-werd

the fowe and griis, and on bed the purpur biis, now on hard hethe he lith, with leves and gresse he him writh

this king

sufferd ten yere and more

his here

of his berd, blac and rowe

sum stode

withouten hade, and sum non arms nade

sum ded

and sum awede

for thou art lene

rowe and blac, and sche is lovesum, withouten lac

al his bodi

was oway dwine, for misses, and al to-chine

there was non

amendment

adoun he fel

aswon to grounde

his steward

was a trewe man and loved him as he aught to do

now King Orfeo

newe coround is, and his quen, Dame Heurodis, and lived long afterward