XII
‘Yesterday was att my deere daughter
Kyng Bremor his sonne of Spayn,
And then she nickèd[294] him of naye,
And I doubt sheele do you the same.’—
XIII
‘The Kyng of Spayne is a foule paynim,
And ’lieveth on Mahound,
And pitye it were that fayre ladye
Shold marry a heathen hound.
XIV
‘But grant to me,’ sayes Kyng Estmere,
‘For my love I you praye,
That I may see your daughter deere
Before I goe hence awaye.’—
XV
‘Although itt is seven yeers and more
Since my daughter was in halle,
She shall come once downe for your sake,
To glad my guestès alle.’
XVI
Downe then came that mayden fayre,
With ladyes laced in pall[295],
And halfe a hundred of bold knightes,
To bring her from bowre to hall,
And as many gentle squiers,
To tend upon them all.