She—You love me?
He—Aye, I do indeed,
How can I prove it?
She—Is there need?
He—Nay, not for some, but you are cold—
Ah, would our life were that of old
That I might prove by feat of arms
My wish to shield you from all harms—
As knight of thine I could not fail!
She—There’s safety in a coat of mail.