Publisher's Synopsis
"And als he wente by a woodë schawe, Thare mette he with a lytille knaveCame rynnande him agayne-'Gramercy, faire Syr Isumbras, Have pitie on us in this case, And lifte us uppe for Marie's grace!'N'as never childe so fayne.Theretoe of a mayden he was ware, That over floude ne mighte not fare, Sir Ysumbras stoopède him thareAnd uppe ahent hem twayne."
