43 'Your suit,' she said, 'is not deny'd,
But think of your boots of leather,
And let me pull them off,' she cry'd,
'Before we lye down together.'
44 He set him down upon the grass,
And violets so sweet and tender;
Now by this means it came to pass
That she did his purpose hinder.
45 For having pulld his boots half-way,
She cry'd, I am now your betters;
You shall not make of me your prey;
Sit there, like a thief in fetters.
46 Now finding she had servd him so,
He rose and began to grumble;
Yet he could neither stand nor go,
But did like a cripple tumble.
47 The boots stuck fast, and would not stir;
His folly she soon did mention,
And laughing said, I pray, kind sir,
How like you my new invention?
48 My laughing fit you must excuse;
You are but a stingless nettle;
You'd neer a stood for boots or shooes,
Had you been a man of mettle.
49 Farewel, sir knight, 'tis almost ten;
I fear neither wind nor weather;
I'll send my father's serving-men
To pull off your boots of leather.
50 She laughd outright, as well she might,
With merry conceits of scorning,
And left him there to sit all night,
Untill the approaching morning.
51 The fourth part of the baffld knight
The lady hath fairly acted;
She did his love and kindness slight,
Which made him almost distracted.
52 She left him in her father's park,
Where nothing but deer could hear him;
While he lay rouling in the dark,
There's never a soul came near him.