“Perchance that I am old?” “Nay, nay,” quoth he.

“Ugly and old,” quoth she, “cures jealousy.”

“It doth indeed,” quoth he. “What then?” quoth she.

“Are ye content?” “More than content,” quoth he;

“And will ye let me do my own sweet will

In everything?” “In everything,” quoth he,

“My lady and my love, do as you please.”

“Why, then, so please me, strike a light,” quoth she.

And when the knight had lit the candle, lo!

His grizzly bride—she was the Fairy Queen.