From his girdle the knight take a ponderous key;
It fits—and once more is fair Irmengard free.
From heel to head, and from head to heel,
They wrap their prey in that net of steel,
And they croché the edges together with care,
As you finish a purse for a fancy-fair,
Till the last knot is tied by the diligent pair.
At length they have ended their business laborious,
And Eppo shouts “Bagged him, by all that is glorious!”
No billing and cooing,