THE LADY'S ANSWER
TO
THE KNIGHT.
HAT you 're a beast and turn'd to grass
Is no strange news, nor ever was;
At least to me, who once, you know,
Did from the pound replevin you,[1]
When both your sword and spurs were won 5
In combat by an Amazon:
That sword that did, like fate, determine
Th' inevitable death of vermin,
And never dealt its furious blows.
But cut the threads of pigs and cows, 10
By Trulla was, in single fight,
Disarm'd and wrested from its Knight,
- ↑ A replevin is a 're'-deliverance of the thing distrained, to remain with the first possessor on surety to answer the distrainer's suit.
