971[Qualiter Appolinus filie Regis nupsit, et prima nocte cum ea concubiens ipsam impregnauit.]

972 Wher love is lord of the corage,

973Him thenketh longe er that he spede;

974Bot ate laste unto the dede

975The time is come, and in her wise

976With gret offrende and sacrifise

977Thei wedde and make a riche feste,

978And every thing which was honeste

979Withinnen house and ek withoute

980It was so don, that al aboute

981Of gret worschipe, of gret noblesse

982Ther cride many a man largesse

983Unto the lordes hihe and loude;

984The knyhtes that ben yonge and proude,

985Thei jouste ferst and after daunce.

986The day is go, the nyhtes chaunce

987Hath derked al the bryhte Sonne;

988This lord, which hath his love wonne,

989Is go to bedde with his wif,

990Wher as thei ladde a lusti lif,

991And that was after somdel sene,

992For as thei pleiden hem betwene,

993Thei gete a child betwen hem tuo,

994To whom fell after mochel wo.