Le Morte D'Arthur
"Go thy way, Sir Bewmaynes, for as yet thou shalt nat have holy my love unto the tyme that thou me called one of the numbir of the worthy knyghtes – and therefore go and laboure in worshyp this twelvemonthe, and than ye shall hyre newe tydyngis."
"Alas, fayre lady!" seyde Sir Bewmaynes, "I have nat deserved that ye sholde shew me this straungeness. And I hadde wente I sholde have had ryght good chere with you – and unto my power I have deserved thanke; and well I am sure I have bought youre love with parte of the beste blood within my body." (202.14-23)
But as longe as Kynge Marke lyved, he loved never aftir Sir Trystrams. So aftir that, thoughe there were fayre speche, love was there none. (245.33-35)
Then they lowghe and made good chere, and eyther dranke to other frely, and they thought never drynke that ever they dranke so swete nother so good to them. But by that drynke was in their bodyes, they loved aythir other so well that never hir love departed, for well nother for woo. And thus hit happed fyrst, the love betwyxte Sir Trystrames and La Beale Isode, the whyche love never departed dayes of their lyff. (257.2-8)