‘My name,’ he says, ‘is poor Disaware;
I tend sheep on the lonely lea.’
‘Thou art a thief,’ the steward said,
‘And so in the end I will prove thee.’
62.
Then bespake the lady fair,
‘Peace, lord of Learne! I do pray thee;
For if no love you show this child,
No favour can you have of me.’
63.