In the shadow of the ympe-tre, the Fairyking utters to Queen Heurodis one of the most sinister decrees of all time. From the Auchinleck manuscript of Sir Orfeo (~1330), one of my favorite medieval poems:

“Loke, dame, tomorwe thatow be,
Right here under this ympe-tre,
And than thou schalt with ous go,
And live with ous evermo.
And yif thou makest ous y-let,
Whar thou be, thou worst y-fet,
And totore thine limes al,
That nothing help the no schal;
And thei thou best so totorn,
Yete thou worst with us y-borne.”