"On the seas are many dangers,
Many storms do there arise,
Which will be to ladies dreadful
And force tears from watry eyes."
She implies that she would gladly die, even of seasickness, for his sake, and at that the truth breaks forth:
"Courteous lady, leave this folly;
Here comes all that breeds this strife:—
I in England have already
A sweet woman to my wife.
"I will not falsify my vow
For gold nor gain,
Nor yet for all the fairest dames
That live in Spain."
Her reply, with its high Spanish breeding, puts his blunt English manners to shame:
"Oh how happy is that woman
That enjoys so true a friend.
Many happy days God lend her!
Of my suit I'll make an end.
"Commend me to that gallant lady;
Bear to her this chain of gold;
With these bracelets for a token;
Grieving that I was so bold.