Seest thou now yon other way,
That lieth low beneath yon rise[40]? 150
Yon is the way, thee sooth to say,
Unto the joy of Paradise.
Seest thou yet yon thirde way,
That lieth under yon greene plain?
Yon is the way, with teen and tray[41], 155
Where sinful soules suffer their pain.
But seest thou now yon fourthe way,
That lieth over yon deepe dell?
Yon is the way, so wellaway!
Unto the burning fire of hell. 160
Seest thou yet yon fair castel,
That standeth over yon highe hill?
Of town and tower it bears the bell,
In earth is none like it untill.
For sooth, Thomas, yon is mine own, 165
And the king's of this country;
But me were lever[42] be hanged and drawn
Or that[43] he wist thou lay me by.
When thou com'st to yon castle gay,
I pray thee courteous man to be, 170
And whatso any man to thee say,
Look thou answer none but me.
My lord is served at each mess
With thirty knightes fair and free;
I shall say, sitting at the dess[44], 175
I took thy speech beyond the sea."
Thomas still as stone he stood,
And he beheld that lady gay;
She came again as fair and good
And also rich on her palfrey.
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