Then streight his cruell bloodye hands,45
He on the ladye layd;
Who quivering and shaking stands,
While thus to her he sayd:
"Thou art the doe that I must dresse;
See here, behold my knife;50
For it is pointed presently
To ridd thee of thy life."
"O then," cried out the scullion-boye,
As loud as loud might bee,
"O save her life, good master-cook,55
And make your pyes of mee!
"For pityes sake do not destroye
My ladye with your knife;
You know shee is her father's joye;
For Christes sake save her life!"60
"I will not save her life," he sayd,
"Nor make my pyes of thee;
Yet if thou dost this deed bewraye,
Thy butcher I will bee."
Now when this lord he did come home65
For to sitt down and eat,
He called for his daughter deare,
To come and carve his meat.
"Now sit you downe," his ladye sayd,
"O sit you downe to meat;70
Into some nunnery she is gone;
Your daughter deare forget."
Then solemnlye he made a vowe
Before the companie,
That he would neither eat nor drinke,75
Until he did her see.
O then bespake the scullion-boye.
With a loud voice so hye;
"If now you will your daughter see,
My lord, cut up that pye:80