‘For whan I remembre of hir beaulte and of hir noblesse that was
bothe with hyr king & with hyr/So whan I sawe his corps and hir
corps so lye togyders/truly myn herte wold not serue to susteyne my
careful body/Also whan I remēbre me how by my defaut & myn orgule
and my pryde/that they were bothe layed ful lowe that were pereles
that euer was lyuyng of cristen people, wyt you wel sayd syr
Launcelot/this remembred of there kyndnes and myn vnkyndnes sanke
so to myn herte that I miȝt not susteyne myself so the frensshe
book maketh mencyon.’