Ther may no-thing, god so my soule save, 505
Lyken to yow that may displese me; (450)
Ne I desyre no-thing for to have,
Ne drede for to lese, save only ye;
This wil is in myn herte and ay shal be.
No lengthe of tyme or deeth may this deface, 510
Ne chaunge my corage to another place.’
507. E. Hn. Ne I ne; _rest omit_ ne. 508. E. Hn. thee _vel_ yee; Pt.
Hl. ȝe; Cm. Cp. Ln. thee.
Glad was this markis of hir answering,
But yet he feyned as he were nat so;
Al drery was his chere and his loking
Whan that he sholde out of the chambre go. 515
Sone after this, a furlong wey or two, (460)
He prively hath told al his entente
Un-to a man, and to his wyf him sente.
[405: T. 8395-8429.]
A maner sergeant was this privee man,
The which that feithful ofte he founden hadde 520
In thinges grete, and eek swich folk wel can
Don execucioun on thinges badde.
The lord knew wel that he him loved and dradde;
And whan this sergeant wiste his lordes wille,
In-to the chambre he stalked him ful stille. 525