Nor ever shall I wed but her
That’s done and dree’d so much for me.”
Then out and spak the forenoon bride,
“My lord, your love it changeth soon;
This morning I was made your bride,
And another chose ere it be noon.”
“O hold thy tongue, thou forenoon bride,
My true love, thou canst never be;
And whan ye return to your own countrie,
A double dower I’ll send with thee.”