That he ne wol it wende and croke

And torne after his oghne entente,

Thogh sche nothing bot honour mente.

Whan that the lord comth hom ayein,

The janglere moste somwhat sein;

So what withoute and what withinne,

This Fievere is evere to beginne,

For where he comth he can noght ende,