Leave thou him word, a lady in distress,
Who needeth a knight to aid her in her sorrow,
Would meet him in the garden walls at sunset.
Unid. I will do it my lady, but what if he come not?
Guin. No danger of his not coming if he be
The man I worshipped from my tower this morning.
He’d come were yon rose-plot enchanted ground,
And gated by a thousand belching fiends.
He’d come, my king! Oh Unid, how I love him!