Post. Fair lovely damsell, which way leads this path?
How might I post me unto Frisingfield? 105
Which footpath leadeth to the keepers lodge?
Margeret. Your way is ready, and this path is right:
My selfe doe dwell hereby in Frisingfield;
And if the keeper be the man you seeke,
I am his daughter: may I know the cause?
Post. Lovely, and once beloved of my lord,—
No mervaile if his eye was lodgd so low,
When brighter bewtie is not in the heavens: