‘Sir,’ she said, ‘verament, [1685]

As my fader on huntyng went

Erly in a mornyng, [1700]

Fore his men pursued a dere,

To his castell̴, that stondith here,

That doth my hondys wryng, [1690]

This Giaunt hym toke, wo he be!

For his love he gevith hym) me,

He wold none other thinge.’

1688. For MS.