And of your talkitive let it be!
There is never a Grime came in this court
That at thy bidding shall saved be.’
9
Then bespoke our good Lady Moor,
As she sat on the bench so high:
‘A yoke of fat oxen I’ll give to my lord,
If he’ll grant Hugh Grime to me.’
10
‘Hold your tongue now, good Lady Moor,