But when they came unto the place,
Where marriage-rites were done,90
She proved herself a dukes daughter,
And he but a squires sonne.
"Now marrye me, or not, sir knight,
Your pleasure shall be free:
If you make me ladye of one good towne,95
Ile make you lord of three."
"Ah! cursed bee the gold," he sayd;
"If thou hadst not been trewe,
I shold have forsaken my sweet love,
And have changed her for a newe."100
And now their hearts being linked fast,
They joyned hand in hande:
Thus he had both purse, and person too,
And all at his commande.
[11], 12, Percy's.
EARL RICHARD (B).
Motherwell's Minstrelsy, p. 377. From recitation.