human
Where be you, fayre Alyce, my wyfe,[L41] And my chyldren three? Lyghtly let in thyne owne husbande, Wyllyam of Cloudeslè.
gpt
Alas! then sayde fayre Alyce, 45 And syghed wonderous sore,
human
Thys place hath ben besette for you, Thys half yere and more.
gpt
Now am I here, sayde Cloudeslè,
human
I woulde that I in were:--[L50] 50 Now feche us meate and drynke ynoughe, And let us make good chere.