Let thy servant, I pray thee, turn back again, that I may die in mine own city, by the grave of my father and my mother. But behold, thy servant Chimham; let him go over with my lord the king; and do to him what shall seem good unto thee.
but Y biseche, þat Y thi seruaunt turne ayen, and die in my citee, and be biried bisidis þe sepulcre of my fadir and of my modir; forsoþe Chamaam is thi seruaunt, my lord þe kyng, go he with þee, and do thou to hym þat þat semeth good to þee.