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PATIENT GEISSEL. |
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The poorest life must now content thy mind: A groat to thee I may not give, Thee to maintain, while I do live ; 123
'Gainst my Grissel such great foes I find." -
"When gentle Grissel heard these woful tidings,
The tears stood in her eyes; She nothing said, no words of discontentment
Did from her lips arise. ia>
Her velvet gown most patiently she stript off,
Her girdle of silk with the same; Her russet gown was brought again with many a scoff;
To bear them all, herself [she] did frame. When she was drest in this array, ias
And ready was to part away,
" God send long life unto my lord," quoth she ; "Let no offence be found in this, To give my lord a parting kiss."
With wat'ry eyes, " Farewel, my dear !" quoth he. 1*
From stately palace, unto her father's cottage,
Poor Grissel now is gone ; Full fifteen winters she lived there contented,
No wrong she thought upon ; And at that time thro' all the land the speeches went, i«
The marquess should married be Unto a noble lady of high descent, |
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