Your yën two wol slee me sodenly,
I may the beautè of hem not sustene,
So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene.
And but your word wol helen hastily
My hertes wounde, whyl that hit is grene, 5
_Your yën two wol slee me sodenly,_
_I may the beautè of hem not sustene_.
Upon my trouthe I sey yow feithfully,
That ye ben of my lyf and deeth the quene;
For with my deeth the trouthe shal be sene. 10
_Your yën two wol slee me sodenly,_
_I may the beautè of hem not sustene,_
_So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene._