As she sat on the bench so high;
‘A yoke of fat oxen I’ll give to my lord,
If he’ll grant Hugh Grime to me.’
10.
‘Hold your tongue now, good Lady Moor,
And of your talkitive let it be!
There is never a Grime came to this court
That at thy bidding saved shall be.’
11.
Sir Hugh in the Grime look’d out of the door,