Madame, withouten many words, 
Once, I am sure, ye will, or no: 
And if ye will, then leave your bourds,
And use your wit, and show it so,

And with a beck you shall me call, 
And if of one that burneth alway 
Ye have any pity at all, 
Answer him fair with yea or nay.

If it be yea, I shall be fain;
If it be nay, friends as before; 
Ye shall another man obtain, 
And I mine own and yours no more.