go, let me but have with me, Nicolete, my sweetest lady.”

   “Certes,” quoth the Captain, “in vain wilt thou speak thereof, for never shalt thou see her; and if thou hadst word with her, and thy father knew it, he would let burn in a fire both her and me, and thyself might well be sore adread.”

   “That is even what irketh me,” quoth Aucassin. So he went from the Captain sorrowing.

    Here singeth one

   :

     Aucassin did so depart

     Much in dole and heavy at heart

     For his love so bright and dear,

     None might bring him any cheer,

     None might give good words to hear,

     To the palace doth he fare

     Climbeth up the palace-stair,

     Passeth to a chamber there,

     Thus great sorrow doth he bear,

     For his lady and love so fair.

     “Nicolete how fair art thou,

     Sweet thy foot-fall, sweet thine eyes,

     Sweet the mirth of thy replies,

     Sweet thy laughter, sweet thy face,

     Sweet thy lips and sweet thy brow,

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