Withbear

For he knew nat what she was that spak with hym / and neuertheles he ansuerde to her: 'My dere lady, nought of myn owne ye withbere / but only that ye passe & goo thrugh my land / and it is grett shame to me.

Yf she be hable to make any power at home, she shall be withborne and herself keapt from all other comfort than her own nobilitie.