"But it is not your head cook's-man,
Nor none of his degree:
But, for to-morrow ere it be noon
You are deemed to die:
"And of that thank your head steward,
And after, your gay lady."
"If it be true, my little foot-page,
I'll make thee heir of all my land."
deemed, doomed.
"If it be not true, my dear master,