XXXII
‘But in did come the Kyng of Spayne,
With manye a bold barone,
Tone daye to marrye Kyng Adland’s daughter,
Tother daye to carry her home.
XXXIII
‘My ladye fayre she greetes you well,
And ever-more well by mee;
You must either turne againe and fighte,
Or goe home and loose your ladye.’—
XXXIV
Saies, ‘Reade me, reade me, deere brother,
My reade shall ryse[298] at thee;
Whether it is better to turne and fighte,
Or goe home and loose my ladye.’
XXXV
‘Now hearken to me,’ sayes Adler Yonge,
‘And your reade must rise at me;
I quicklye will devise a waye
To sette thy ladye free.
XXXVI
‘My mother was a westerne woman,
And learned in gramarye,
And when I learnèd at the schole,
Something shee taught itt mee.