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CONSTANCE OF CLEVELAND. 229
With many bitter terms »
His wife he ever thwarted, Using hard extreams,
While she did him beseech. From her neck so white He took away in spite *
Her curious chain of purest gold, Her jewels and her rings, And all such costly things
As he about her did behold. The harlot in her presence *
He did gently reverence,
And to her he gave them all: He sent away his Lady, Full of wo as may be,
Who in a swound with grief did fall. i<»
At the Ladie's wrong
The harlot fleer'd and laughed ; Enticements are so strong,
They overcome the wise. The Knight nothing regarded ws
To see the Lady scoffed: Thus was she rewarded
For her enterprise. The harlot, all this space, Did him oft embrace ; »°
She flatters him, and thus doth say: " For thee He dye and live, For thee my faith He give,
No wo shall work my love's decay; |
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