You and I and Amyas,
Amyas and you and I,
To the green wood must we go, alas!
You and I, my life, and Amyas.

The knight knocked at the castle gate;
The lady marvelled who was thereat.

To call the porter he would not blin;
The lady said he should not come in.

The portress was a lady bright;
Strangeness that lady hight.

She asked him what was his name;
He said "Desire, your man, Madame.'

She said "Desire, what do ye here?'
He said "Madame, as your prisoner.'

He was counselled to brief a bill,
And show my lady his own will.

"Kindness,' said she, "would it bear,'
"And Pity,' said she, "would be there.'

Thus how they did we cannot say;
We left them there and went our way.