And al was forth tofore him fet,

His disch, his coppe, his drinke, his mete;

Bot whanne he wolde or drinke or ete,

It was al gold, and thanne he syh

And he with that began to crie, 290

His gilt, and soffre him forto live

This god, which herde of his grevance,

Tok rowthe upon his repentance,