The Queen her little page address’d,
The long night all—
“To come to me the Greve request,”
I’m passion’s thrall.
He came, before the board stood he,
The long night all—
“Wherefore, O Queen, has sent for me?”
I’m passion’s thrall.
“As soon as e’er my lord is dead,
The long night all—
Thou shalt rule o’er my gold so red,”
I’m passion’s thrall.
“O speak not, Queen, in such wild style,
The long night all—
Thou know’st not who may list the while,”
I’m passion’s thrall.
She fondly thought alone they were,
The long night all—
There stood the King, to all gave ear,
I’m passion’s thrall.
The King two serving men address’d,
The long night all—
“To come to me the Queen request,”
I’m passion’s thrall.
“Hear thou, my Queen, so fair and sleek,
The long night all—
What with the Algreve didst thou speak?”
I’m passion’s thrall.
“The speech that I with him did hold,
The long night all—
Was all about thy actions bold,”
I’m passion’s thrall.
“The King two servants did command,
The long night all—
“Bid ye the Greve before me stand,”
I’m passion’s thrall.
“Hear thou, my Greve, what with my Queen
The long night all—
Didst thou discourse of yestere’en?”
I’m passion’s thrall.