Thereinhefoundaladoffifteenwinters，andamaidenspinning，theytwoalone，whohailedhimandaskedhispleasure，andhebadethembringhimmeatanddrink，andlooktohishorse，forthathehadamindtorestawhile。Sotheybroughthimbreadandflesh，andgoodwineofthehill-side，inalittlehallwellarrayedasofitskind；
andhesatdownandthedamselservedhimattable，butthelad，whohadgonetoseetohishorse，didnotcomeback。
Sowhenhehadeatenanddrunk，andthedamselwasstillthere，helookedonherandsawthatshewassadanddroopingofaspect；
andwhereasshewasafairmaiden，Ralph，nowthathewasfull，felltopityingher，andaskedherwhatwasamiss。“For。”saidhe，“thouartfairandailestnought；thatiscleartosee；
neitherdwellestthouinpenury，butbyseeminghastenoughandtospare。