“ He took little notice, but ponder’d in mind.
What Lady this is, I will be satisfy’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.
At night she creep'd softly, and kiss'd him, 'tis said,
And a velvet cap on bis pillow she laid,
His thoughts then were ravished so with her charms,
That he on a sudden catch’d her in his arms. ”

“ Sir, there is a sign that is wondrous strange.
The gentleman ran with all speed that might be,
Where he saw the lady sit upon the tree;
He went with a boat and got her in his arms,
And was almost ravish'd with her beauteous charms. ”

“ 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.
Three Ladies came there, and desired to view
Her son’s golden bull, and did make much ado:
The Old Lady thinking no harm there might be,
Admitted them up this fine bull for to see,
As soon as they came up, and saw this fine sight,
They said in this bull, he may take delight ”