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THE DBAGON OF WANTLEY. 131
" Tut, tut," quoth he, "no goods I want: es
But I want, I want, in sooth, A fair maid of sixteen, that's brisk and keen, With smiles about the mouth, Hair black as sloe, skin white as snow,
With blushes her cheeks adorning,- ro
To anoynt me o'er night, ere I go to fight, And to dress me in the morning."
This being done, he did engage
To hew the dragon down ; But first he went, new armour to n
Bespeak at Sheffield town ; With spikes all about, not within but without,
Of steel so sharp and strong, Both behind and before, arms, legs, and all o'er, Some five or six inches long. so
Had you but seen him in this dress, How fierce he look'd and how big, You would have thought him for to be Some Egyptian porcupig. He frighted all, cats, dogs, and all, ss
Each cow, each horse, and each hog : For fear they did flee, for they took him to be Some strange outlandish hedge-hog.
To see this fight, all people then
Got up on trees and houses; 90 |
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