Yea, and he brought me to a goodly house;
But since our fortune slipt from sun to shade,
And all through that young traitor, cruel need 715
Constrain’d us, but a better time has come;
So clothe yourself in this, that better fits
Our mended fortunes and a Prince’s bride:
For though you won the prize of fairest fair,
And though I heard him call you fairest fair, 720
Let never maiden think, however fair,
She is not fairer in new clothes than old.