“To-morrow he weds with me.”

“O God be thanked!” said Alice the nurse,

“That all comes round so just and fair!

Lord Ronald is heir of all your lands,

And you are not the Lady Clare.”

“Are ye out of your mind, my Nurse, my Nurse,”

Said Lady Clare, “that ye speak so wild?”

“As God’s above,” said Alice the nurse,

“I speak the truth: you are my child.