The portal where I enter in,
Let not guard—dogs with me grapple,
Whil’st the grapes I’m gathering.’
The portress now to meet his wish,
Exchange for what he gave doth bring;
At the chamber of the Countess
Behold there entereth the king.
She bore a lamp both rich and massy,
It was of silver, I could see.
Nought but of silver or of gold