“For she is come of high lineage,
And was of a Lady born,
And ill it beseems thee, a false churl’s son,
To carry her hence to scorn!”
“Now loud thou liest, Sir John the Knight,
Now thou dost lie of me,
My father’s a Knight, a Lady me bore,
So never did none by thee!
“But light now down, my Lady fair,
Light down, and hold my steed;