Whom he loves most, lonely and miserable.
At this he hurl’d his huge limbs out of bed,
And shook his drowsy squire awake and cried, 125
“My charger and her palfrey;” then to her,
“I will ride forth into the wilderness;
For though it seems my spurs are yet to win,
I have not fall’n so low as some would wish.
And you put on your worst and meanest dress 130
And ride with me.” And Enid ask’d, amaz’d,
“If Enid errs, let Enid learn her fault.”