"If you'll not come yourselfe, my lorde,
Yet send your chamberlaine with mee,110
Let me but speak three words with him,
And he shall come again to thee."
James Swynard with that lady went,
She showed him through the weme of her ring
How many English lords there were115
Waiting for his master and him.
"And who walkes yonder, my good lady,
So royallye on yonder greene?"
"O yonder is the [Lord Hunsden:]
Alas! he'll doe you drie and teene."120
"And who beth yonder, thou gay ladye,
That walkes so proudly him beside?"
"That is [Sir William Drury]," shee sayd,
"A keene captaine hee is and tryde."
"How many miles is itt, madàme,125
Betwixt yond English lords and mee?"
"Marry, it is thrice fifty miles,
To saile to them upon the sea.
"I never was on English ground,
Ne never sawe it with mine eye,130
But as my book it sheweth mee,
And through my ring I may descrye.
"My mother shee was a witch ladye,
And of her skille she learned mee;
She wold let me see out of Lough-leven135
What they did in London citìe."
"But who is yond, thou lady faire,
That looketh with sic an austerne face?"
"Yonder is [Sir John Foster]," quoth shee,
"Alas! he'll do ye sore disgrace."140
He pulled his hatt downe over his browe;
He wept, in his heart he was full of woe;
And he is gone to his noble lord,
Those sorrowful tidings him to show.