Fetch the watch-beggar and his rusty bill.'
4050Bellama did meanwhile what language can,
With oilèd words and pity-pleading tears,
Beseeching these to free her weddèd man.
But to her voice they cottoned had their ears,
Until an Angel did appear unto them,
And with his goldy looks and music woo them.
Then did they yield to let them go away,
And they meantime would feign a deading sleep.
They for a second licence would not stay,