CHANSON CXX1L

Go forth myn hert wyth mylady Loke that ye spar no besynes.

To serue hyr wytli sèche low lynes That ye g et hyr grâce and mercy.

Pray hyr of tymes pryvely

That sche guippe trewly hyr promes.

Go forth myn hert wytb mylady.

I most as a hertles body

Abyde alone in hevines

And ye schal dowel witb your maistres

In plesans glad and raery.

Go forth myn hert wyth mvladv.