So came she to the gate, then cried in fear,
And started back from sudden-levelled spear;
For 'neath the gate lounged lusty fellows three
Who seldom spake yet spat right frequently.

"Kind sirs, good sirs," the ancient dame did cry,
"In mercy's name I pray ye let me by--"
But, as she spoke, a black-jowled fellow laughed,
And, spitting, tripped her with out-thrust pike-shaft,


That down she fell and wailed most piteously,
Whereat the brawny fellows laughed all three.
"Ha, witch!" they cried, as thus she helpless lay,
"Shalt know the fire and roasted be one day!"
Now as the aged creature wailed and wept,
Forth to her side Duke Joc'lyn lightly stepped,
With quarter-staff a-twirl he blithely came.
Quoth he: "Messires, harm not this ancient dame,
Bethink ye how e'en old and weak as she,
Your wives and mothers all must one day be.
So here then lies your mother, and 't were meeter
As ye are sons that as sons ye entreat her.
Come, let her by and, fool-like to requite ye,
With merry jape and quip I will delight ye,
Or with sweet song I 'll charm those ass's ears,
And melt, belike, those bullish hearts to tears--"

Now the chief warder, big and black of jowl,
Upon the Duke most scurvily did scowl.