‘To have thee fowle in the night
When I with thee sho’ld play—
Yet I had rather, if I might,
Have thee fowle in the day.’
XLIII
‘What! when lords goe with ther feires[195],’ shee said,
‘Both to the ale and wine,
Alas! then I must hyde my selfe,
I must not goe withinne.’
XLIV
And then bespake him gentle Gawaine,
Said, ‘Lady, that’s but skill;
And because thou art my owne lady,
Thou shall have all thy will.’
XLV
Then she said, ‘Blesed be thou, gentle Gawain,
This day that I thee see!
For as thou seest me att this time,
From hencforth I wilbe.
XLVI
‘My father was an old knight,
And yett it chancèd soe
That he marryed a younge lady
That brought me to this woe.