XVII

　　"My lords barons, say whom shall we send up

　　To Sarraguce, to King Marsiliun?"

　　Answers Duke Neimes: "I'll go there for your love;

　　Give me therefore the wand, also the glove."

　　Answers the King: "Old man of wisdom pruff;

　　By this white beard, and as these cheeks are rough,

　　You'll not this year so far from me remove;

　　Go sit you down, for none hath called you up."