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OR, CUPIDS TRIUMPH. |
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" If thou'l do so," Lord Phenix said, " To lose her by her own choice it's honesty;
Chuse whether I get her, or go her withont, Forty pounds I will give thee." 390
But when they in that lane was set,
The wit of a woman for to prove, " By the faith of my body," the lady said,
" Then Tom Pots must needs have his love."
Towards Tom Pots the lady did hie, ses
To get behind him hastily; " Nay stay, nay stay," Lord Phenix said,
" Better proved it shall be.
" Stay you with your maidens here,
In number fair they are but three; 370
Tom Pots and I will go behind yonder wall,
That one of us two be proved to dye."
But when they came behind the wall,
The one came not the other nigh ; For the Lord Phenix had made a vow, 37s
That with Tom Pots he would never fight.
" O give me this choice," Lord Phenix said, " To prove whether true or false she be,
And I will go to the lady fair, And tell her Tom Pots slain is he." 380
When he came from behind the wall, With his face all bloody as it might be,
" 0 lady sweet, thou art my own, For Tom Pots slain is he. |
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