Margret [aside]. How different is this farmer from the rest
That earst as yet hath pleasd my wandring sight! 60
His words are wittie, quickened with a smile,
His courtesie gentle, smelling of the court;
Facill and debonaire in all his deeds;
Proportiond as was Paris, when, in gray,
He courted Ænon in the vale by Troy. 65
Great lords have come and pleaded for my love:
Who but the keepers lasse of Fresingfield?
And yet me thinks this farmers jolly sonne