Till this cruel knight came to the place.
As he and his brother together did talk,
He spy'd the fair maid in the garden to walk;
She looked most beautiful, pleasant and gay,
Like to fair Aurora, the goddess of May.
He was in a passion, when her he did 'spy,
And said, very angry, "Brother, oh! why,
Pray did you not do, as in the letter I wrote?"
His brother reply'd, "It is done every bit."
"No, no, said the knight, it is not I see,