And the king said unto me, Why is thy countenance sad, seeing thou art not sick? this is nothing else but sorrow of heart. Then I was very sore afraid.
And þe kyng seide to me, Whi is thi cheer sory, siþen Y se not þee sijk? Þis is not without cause; but yuel, Y not what, is in thin herte. And Y dredde ful greetli;