Bells and Pomegranates.
Is coming here in utmost bravery
To ask our Master's Sister's hand?
To ask our Master's Sister's hand?
Ger.What then?
2. What then? Why, you she speaks to, if she meets
Your worship, smiles on as you hold apart
The boughs to let her thro' her forest walks,
You, always favourite for your no deserts,
You've heard these three days how Earl Mertoun sues
To lay his heart, and house, and broad lands too,
At Lady Mildred's feet—and while we squeeze
Ourselves into a mousehole lest we miss
One congee of the least page in his train,
You sit o' one side—"there's the Earl," say I—
"What then," say you!
Your worship, smiles on as you hold apart
The boughs to let her thro' her forest walks,
You, always favourite for your no deserts,
You've heard these three days how Earl Mertoun sues
To lay his heart, and house, and broad lands too,
At Lady Mildred's feet—and while we squeeze
Ourselves into a mousehole lest we miss
One congee of the least page in his train,
You sit o' one side—"there's the Earl," say I—
"What then," say you!
3.I'll wager he has let
Both swans he tamed for Lady Mildred, swim
Over the falls and gain the river!
Both swans he tamed for Lady Mildred, swim
Over the falls and gain the river!
Ger.Ralph,
Is not to-morrow my inspecting-day
For you and for your hawks?
Is not to-morrow my inspecting-day
For you and for your hawks?
4.Let Gerard be!
He's cross-grained, like his carved black crossbow stock.
Ha, look now, while we squabble with him, look!
Well done, now—is not this beginning, now,
To purpose?
He's cross-grained, like his carved black crossbow stock.
Ha, look now, while we squabble with him, look!
Well done, now—is not this beginning, now,
To purpose?
1.Our retainers look as fine—
That's comfort! Lord, how Richard holds himself
With his white staff! Will not a knave behind
Prick him upright?
That's comfort! Lord, how Richard holds himself
With his white staff! Will not a knave behind
Prick him upright?
4.He's only bowing, fool!
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