And thus did the lady reply:—
“Sir knight, ere I trust thee, look hither and say,
Do you see any green in my eye?”
“O, doubt me not, lady, my lance shall maintain
That thou’rt peerless in beauty and fame;
And the bravest should eat of the dust of the plain,
Who would quaff not a cup to thy name.”
“I doubt not thy prowess in list or in fray,
For none dare thy courage belie;
And I’ll trust thee, though kindred and priest say me nay—