Captivity

Your yën two wol sle me sodenly,

I may the beaute 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,

Your yën two wol sle me sodenly;

may the beaute of hem not sustene.

Upon my trouthe I sey yow feithfully,

That ye ben of my lyf and deth the quene;

For with my deth the trouthe shal be sene.

Your yën two wol sle me sodenly,

I may the beaute of hem not sustene,

So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene.