MARIANSON.
"Ah, Marianson, my beauteous dame,
Where is your lord and master gone?"
"My lord rides to the battle-plain,
I know not if he'll come again."
"Ah, Marianson, my lady fair,
Lend me your rings of gold so rare."
"In the iron chest beside my bed,
You'll find the rings," she sweetly said.
"Now, Goldsmith, fashion me with care
Three golden rings of metal rare.
Three golden rings of fashion rare,
Like those that Marianson doth wear."
