PART III
How they met by appointment in a grove, where she obliged him to fight or wed her.
Early on a summer’s morning,
When bright Phoebus was adorning
Every bower with its beams,
The fair lady came, it seems.
At the bottom of tho mountain,
Near a pleasant crystal fountain,
There she left her gilded coach,
While the grove she did approach.
Cover'd with her mask, and walking,
There sho met her lover talking
With a friend that he had brought;
Straight she ask'd him who he sought.
I am challeng’d by a gallant,
Who resolves to try my talent;
Who he is I cannot say.
But I hope to show him play.
It is I that did invito you,
You shall wed me, or I'll fight you,
Underneath those spreading trees,
Therefore choose you which you please.
You shall find I do not vapour,
I have brought my trusty rapier,
Therefore tako your choice, says she,
Either fight or marry me.
