"And what should I make wi' a horse o' pride,
"And what should I make wi' a sword so brown,
"But spill the rings o' the Gentle Folk
"And flyte my kin in the Fairy Town?
"And what should I make wi' blazon and belt,
"Wi' keep and tail and seizin and fee,
"And what should I do wi' page and squire
"That am a king in my own countrie?
"For I send east and I send west,
"And I send far as my will may flee,
"By dawn and dusk and the drinking rain,
"And syne my Sendings return to me.
"They come wi' news of the groanin' earth,
"They come wi' news o' the roarin' sea,
" Wi' word of Spirit and Ghost and Flesh,
"And man, that's mazed among the three."
The King he bit his nether lip,
And smote his hand upon his knee:
"By the faith o' my soul, True Thomas," he said,
"Ye waste no wit in courtesie!
"As I desire, unto my pride,
"Can I make Earls by three and three,
- To run before and ride behind
"And serve the sons o' my body."
"And what care I for your row-foot earls,
"Or all the sons o' your body?
"Before they win to the Pride o' Name,
"I trow they all ask leave o' me.
