Speaking in terms of feign’d delight—
‘Of all the produce of my chase,
This heart is yours, fair dame, by right!’
“But scarcely had the Lady tasted
Of the dainty placed before her,
When impulse, strong and strange, to weep,
Irresistibly came o’er her.
“On marking which the Ritter cried,
With wild and savage laugh unholy,
‘Do pigeons’ hearts, my faithful Dame,