A gentlewoman passing fair
Did on this lady wait;
With bravest dames she might compare;
Her beauty was compleat.20
Her lady cast a jealous eye
Upon this gentle maid,
And taxt her with disloyaltye,
And did her oft upbraid.
In silence still this maiden meek25
Her bitter taunts would bear,
While oft adown her lovely cheek
Would steal the falling tear.
In vain in humble sort she strove
Her fury to disarm;30
As well the meekness of the dove
The bloody hawke might charm.
Her lord, of humour light and gay,
And innocent the while,
As oft as she came in his way,35
Would on the damsell smile.
And oft before his lady's face,
As thinking her her friend,
He would the maiden's modest grace
And comeliness commend.40
All which incens'd his lady so,
She burnt with wrath extreame;
At length the fire that long did glow,
Burst forth into a flame.
For on a day it so befell,45
When he was gone from home,
The lady all with rage did swell,
And to the damsell come.
And charging her with great offence
And many a grievous fault,50
She bade her servants drag her thence,
Into a dismal vault,