This Constable was not lord of the place Of which I speak, there as he Constance fand, 1584 But kept it strongly many a winter space, Under Allá, king of Northumberland, That was full wise, and worthy of his hand Against the Scotës, as men may well hear; But turn I will again to my mattére.

Satan, that ever us waiteth to beguile, Saw of Constance all her perfectioún, And cast 1585 anon how he might quite her while; 1586 And made a young knight, that dwelt in that town, Love her so hot of foul affectioún, That verily him thought that he should spill 1587 But 1588 he of her might onës have his will.