goodly

Thenne he sente for the thre knyghtes & they came afore hym / and he cryed hem mercy of that he had done to them / and they forgaf hit hym goodely and he dyed anone / Whanne the kynge was dede / alle the cyte was desmayed and wyst not who myghte be her kynge

For love of vertue and of martial praise;

To which though nobly ye inclined are,

(As goodlie well ye shew'd in late assaies)