The Knight and the Lady


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`