The watchmen cryed upon the walls
And sayd, ‘Sir Cawline’s slaine!’
Then the King’s daughter she fell downe,
‘For peerlesse is my payne!’—
XXIX
‘O peace, my ladye!’ sayes Sir Cawline,
‘I have bought thy love full deare;
O peace, my ladye!’ sayes Sir Cawline,
‘Peace, ladye, for I am heere!’
XXX
He’s presented to the King’s daughter
The hand, and then the sword
[And he has claimed the King’s daughter
According to her word].
XXXI
And the King has betaken[53] him his broad lands
And all his venison[54];
[Sayes] ‘Thou shalt have my daughter deare,
[And be my onelye son’].
FOOTNOTES:
[27] fashion = form, beauty.
[28] feere = mate, consort.