And on a day befell, that in that houre,

Whan that his mete wont was to be brought,

The gailer shette the dores of the toure;

He hered it wel, but he spake right nought.

And in his herte anon ther fell a thought,

That they for hunger wolden do him dien;

Alas! quod he, alas that I was wrought!

Therwith the teres fellen fro his eyen.