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He ask'd no porter's leave, but ran
Up hall and bower free, And when he came to John Steward's wife,
Says, ' God you save and see !
' I come, I am come from Childe Maurice—
A message unto thee! And Childe Maurice he greets you well,
And ever so well from me,
' And as it falls as oftentimes
As knots be knit in a kell, Or merchantmen go to leeve London
To buy ware or to sell;
' And as oftentimes he greets you well
As any heart can think, Or schoolmasters are in any school
Writing with pen and ink.
xv ' Here is a glove, a glove,' he says,
' Lined wi' the silver-gris ; Ye're bidden to come to Silver Wood
To speak with Childe Maurice.
' And here is a ring, a ring of gold,
Set wi' the precious stone: He prays you to come to Silver Wood And ask the leave of none.'— 216