“ Saying, Give me four things, and your mind I’ll fulfil,
⁠He said, My dear jewel, your will you shall have,
In any thing you can desire or crave.
They were four hard requests, you well may suppose.
The first three she named, were three suits of clothes.
⁠The first suit resembling the stars in the skies;
The next of the clouds that before the wind flies;
The third is a garment most costly and rare,
Of every bird that doth fly in the air.
⁠The other thing that I to ask will presume,
Is a Golden Bull, to stand in my room. ”

“ He took little notice, but ponder’d in mind.
⁠What Lady this is, I will be fatisfy’d,
If it be for love, I will make her my bride,
I’ll see, for a fancy, who comes in my room;
But if she’s a harlot, death shall be her doom! ”

“ I must make a progress, dear love do not mourn,
If my life be preserv’d. I will quickly return.
PART IV.
So then to his mother he went, and did say,
Let no one go up to my chamber, I pray:
If I find that any goes into my room,
Then death without mercy shall sure be their doom.
⁠The mother said, Son, I shall keep all secure,
That none may go into your room to be sure.
He went to his hunting-match with a cheerful mind,
But now you will soon a tragedy find. ”