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THE FKIAK IN THE WELL. 123
" But one thing more I must require,
More than to sing me out of hell-fire ;
That is, for doing of the thing, is
An angel of money you must me bring."
"Tush, tush," quoth the fryer, "we two shall
agree; No money shall part thee, [my love,] and me ; Before thy company I will lack, I'll pawn the grey gown off my back." 20
The maid bethought her on a wile, How she might this fryer beguile. When he was gone, the truth to tell, She hung a cloth before a well.
The fryer came, as his bargain was, 35
"With money unto his bonny lass ;
" Good morrow, fair maid ;" " Good morrow,"
quoth she; " Here is the money I promis'd thee."
She thank'd him, and she took the money:
" Now lets go to't, my own dear honey:' so
" Nay, stay awhile, some respite make ;
If my master should come, he would us take."
" Alas!" quoth the maid, " my master doth
come." " Alas!" quoth the fryer, " where shall I run ? " 12. request. |
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