Captivity

1. CAPTIVITY 

Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly, 
I may the beaute of hem not sustene, 
So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene. 

And but your word wol helen hastily 
My hertes wounde, whyl that hit is grene, 
Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly, 
I may the beaute of hem not sustene. 

Upon my trouthe I sey yow feithfully, 
That ye ben of my lyf and deeth the quene; 
For with my deeth the trouthe shal be sene. 
Your eyen two wol slee me sodenly, 
I may the beaute of hem not sustene, 
So woundeth hit through-out my herte kene.