“I must see if thou hast a good instrument.”
“Come, look,” said he, and undid his drawers. “Behold my riches!”
“‘Tis too big for me! See how small is mine!”
“Let me see if mine will go in.”
And the youth set himself to make the trial; his yard rose up erect like a stake, and when he thrust it in, the young girl cried with all her might:
“Ah! that hurteth me! How it biteth!”
“Have no fear. My yard hath not sufficient room; for that reason it is so angry.”
“I told thee that there was not sufficient space for it.”
“Wait—it will stretch.”
Anon, when he made her to feel much pleasure, she said to him: