Betweene an oke & a green hollen;
Shee was clad in red scarlette.
"And she says a woman will haue her will,
And this is all her cheef desire;
Doe me right, as thou art a baron of sckill,
This is thy ransome, & all thy hyer."
He sayes, "an early vengeance light on her!
She walkes on yonder more;
It was my sister, that told thee this,
She is a misshapen hore.