How may I lull these bloodhounds? say;
How speak unharmed with Gymer’s may?
THE SHEPHERD:
Whence and what are you? doomed to die?
Or, dead, revisit you the sky?
For ride by night or ride by day,
You ne’er shall come to Gymer’s may.
SKIRNER:
I grieve not, I, a better part
Fits him who boasts a ready heart: