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THE KING OF FRANCE'S DAUGHTER. 221
To my father's court '*
Never will I wander, But some service seek
Where I may placed be." Whilst she thus made her moan, Weeping all alone, «•
In this deep and deadly fear, A forester all in green, Most comely to be seen,
Ranging the wood did find her there, Round beset with sorrow. 135
" Maid," quoth he, " good morrow.
What hard hap hath brought you here ? " " Harder hap did never Chance to a maiden ever;
Here lies slain my brother dear. wo
" Where might I be plac'd,
Gentle forester tell me ; Where might I procure
A service in my need ? Pains I will not spare, '«
But will do my duty ; Ease me of my care,
Help my extream need." The forester all amazed On her beauty gazed, i»
'Till his heart was set on fire : " If, fair maid," quoth he, " You will go with me, |
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