Old man. No more of him shall traveller hither
Come bringing tidings that may win their ear.
Lightly indeed for welcome’s sake will vagrants
Speak false, nor have they cause to wish for truth.
Nay, and there’s none strays to this isle, but goes
Seeking my mistress, and there spins his lie;
While she with tender care asks of each thing,
And from her sorrowing eyes the tears fall fast,
Hearing the name she doth not dare to speak.
And soon enough wouldst thou too coin thy tale,