The knight knocked at the castle gate; The lady marvelled who was thereat.
To call the porter he would not blin; The lady said he should not come in.
The portress was a lady bright; Strangeness that lady hight.
She asked him what was his name; He said, Desire, your man, Madame.’
She said, Desire, what what do ye here? He said, Madame, as your prisoner.’
He was counselled to brief a bill, And show my lady his own will.
Kindness,’ said she,’ would it bear,’ And Pity, said she, would be there.’
Thus how they did we cannot say; we left them there and went our way.
William Cornish`
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