第15章

It was a lording's daughter, the fairest one of three, That liked of her master as well as well might be, Till looking on an Englishman, the fairest that eye could see, Her fancy fell a-turning.

Long was the combat doubtful that love with love did fight, To leave the master loveless, or kill the gallant knight;To put in practice either, alas, it was a spite Unto the silly damsel!

But one must be refused; more mickle was the pain That nothing could be used to turn them both to gain, For of the two the trusty knight was wounded with disdain:

Alas, she could not help it!

Thus art with arms contending was victor of the day, Which by a gift of learning did bear the maid away:

Then, lullaby, the learned man hath got the lady gay;For now my song is ended.