In likeness of a minstrel with the king.
Nor was there man could sound so sweet a string.
* * * * *
To that strange minstrel strongly swore King Mark,
By all that makes a knight’s faith firm and strong,
That he, as guerdon of his harp and song,
Might crave and have his liking.
* * * ‘O King, I crave
No gift of man that king may give to slave,
But this thy crowned queen only, this thy wife.’”