|Share page||Visit Us On FB|
But up then rose good Glasgerion, And did on both hose and shoon,
And cast a collar about his neck ; He was a Kings's son.
xv And when he came to that lady's chamber,
He tirl'd upon a pin ; The lady was more than true of her promise,
Rose up, and let him in.
Says, ' Whether have you left with me
Your bracelet or your glove ? Or are you back retum'd again
To know more of my love ?'
Glasgerion swore a full great oath
By oak and ash and thorn, 'Lady, I was never in your chamber
Sith the time that I was born.'—
' O then it was your little foot-page
Falsely hath beguiled me ' : And then she pull'd forth a little pen-knife
That hanged by her knee, Says, ' There shall never no churle's blood
Spring within my bodye.'
But home then went Glasgerion,
A woe man, Lord, was he ; Sayes, ' Come hither, thou Jack, my boy,
Gome thou hither to me.