THE LADY'S ANSWER то THE KNIGHT. THAT you're a beast and turn'd to grass, When both your fword and spurs were won That fword that did, like fate, determine And never felt its furious blows, 5 But cut the throats of pigs and cows, 10 By Trulla was, in single fight, Difarm'd and wrested from its knight, Your heels degraded of your spurs, And in the stocks close prisoners: Where still they 'ad lain, in base restraint, Had not, on hon'rable conditions, When being free, you strove t' evade, And when y' had falfely broke one vow, quarter, for your ears; 15 20 25 30 And doubting 'twas in vain to sue, But ought to fall to that man's fhare 35 40 45 |