The Lady her handmaid to questioning took:
"Why dost thou so sickly and colourless look?"
But sorrow gnaws so sorely!
"'Tis little wonder if sickly I'm growing,
Malfred my lady!
So much am I busied with cutting and sewing."
"Erewhile was thy cheek as the blooming rose red,
But now thou art pale, even pale as the dead."
"To conceal the truth longer 'tis vain to essay,
My gallant young master has led me astray."
"And if the young noble has led thee astray,
Say, what gave he thee for thy virtue in pay?"
"He gave to me shoes were gold spangled all o'er,
And them have I worn with affliction so sore.
"He gave to me also of silk a soft shift,
And with sorrow most painful I've worn the fair gift.
"He gave me, Christ sain him! a gold ring so fine,
Whose match I can see on no finger of thine."
"But what will avail thee his presents of price,
If he thee will not wed before God and men's eyes?"
"O, he to espouse me so often has vowed,
And rich presents beside upon me has bestowed."
"What will his vows help thee in secrecy spoke?
To many a maid them he has made and has broke."
"O, I on the gold harp will play me a tune,
And the knight to his presence will summon me soon."
With her fingers so tapering she struck the first chord,
That heard, as he dozed in his bed, the young lord.
The gallant young lord to his waiting-boy said:
"Go straight, and call hither my mother's fair maid."
The bedside he stroked with so gentle an air:
"Dear heart, sit thee down, for thy weight it will bear."
"O no, by the Saints, I will never do that,
For there, noble Sir, I have ne'er before sat."
"Though thou ne'er hast placed thee upon my bedside,
Thou hast slept in my arms embraced many a tide.
"My spouse thou shalt be, yea, my heart's beloved spouse,
And I in thine arms every night will repose."