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KING COPHETUA AND THE BEGGAK-MAID. 197
For now he means to crave her love,
And now he seeks which way to proove so
How he his fancie might remove,
And not this beggar wed. But Cupid had him so in snare, That this poore beggar must prepare A salve to cure him of his care, 35
Or els he would be dead.
And as he musing thus did lie,
He thought for to devise How he might have her company,
That so did maze his eyes. •»
" In thee," quoth he, " doth rest my life; For surely thou shalt be my wife, Or else this hand with bloody knife,
The gods shall sure suffice." Then from his bed he ' soon' arose, «
And to his pallace gate he goes ; Full little then this beggar knowes
"When she the king espies.
" The gods preserve your majesty,"
The beggars all gan cry ; so
" Vouchsafe to give your charity, Our childrens food to buy!"
The king to them his purse did cast,
And they to part it made great haste ;
This silly woman was the last a
That after them did hye. 48, espied. |
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