Then up she rose and did appear:
And the one who walked through the hall,
Did her salute and kiss with all,
Whereat she started and was afraid,
Being so prick’d with a lady’s beard:
Then to her husband said, whisp’ring ways,
Is not this a gentleman in disguise?
His pricking beard does me convince,
Pray ask him, What’s come of the Prince?
The Prince, my dear, Why this is he——