That leadeth up to the castle fair?"
"Adown the doorward stair of stone
There cometh a woman all alone."
"Yea, that forsooth shall my mistress be:
O Goldilocks, what like is she?"
"O fair she is of her array,
As hitherward she wends her way."
"Unlike her wont is that indeed:
Is she not foul beneath her weed?"
"O nay, nay! But most wondrous fair