translation.en: 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.
translation.me: And the kyng seide to me, Whi is thi cheer sory, sithen Y se not thee sijk? This is not without cause; but yuel, Y not what, is in thin herte. And Y dredde ful greetli;