It was well walled round about;
She yode in at the wicket-gate,
And shut the foure-ear’d foole without.
8.
‘You had me,’ quoth she, ‘abroad in the field,
Among the corne, amidst the hay,
Where you might had your will of mee,
For, in good faith, sir, I never said nay.
9.
‘Ye had me also amid the field,