"My lord and master is in good health, I trust since that I did him see; 190 Will you walk with me to an out-side, Two or three words to talk with me? "You are a noble man," said Tom, "And born a lord in Scotland free; You may have ladies enough at home, 195 And never take my love from me." "Away, away, thou Tommy Pots; Thou serving-man, stand thou aside; It is not a serving-man this day, That can hinder me of my bride." 200 "If I be a serving-man," said Tom, "And you a lord of high degree, A spear or two with you I'le run, Before I'le lose her cowardly. "Appoint a place, I will thee meet, 205 Appoint a place of liberty; For there I'le lose my life so sweet, Or else my lady I'le set free." "On Guildford-green I will thee meet; No man nor boy shall come with me." 210 "As I am a man," said Tommy Pots, "I'le have as few in my company." And thus staid the marriage was, The bride unmarried went home again; Then to her maids fast did she laugh, 215 And in her heart she was full fain. "My maidens all," the lady said, "That ever wait on me this day, Now let us all kneel [lowly] down, And for Tommy Pots let us all pray. 220 "If it be his fortune the better to win, As I trust to God in trinity, Ile make him the flower of all his kin, For the young Lord Arundel he shall be." THE THIRD PART. When Tom Pots came home again, 225 To try for his love he had but a week; For sorrow, God wot, he need not care, For four days that he fel sick. With that his master to him came, Says, "Pray thee, Tom Pots, tell me if thou doubt Whether thou hast gotten thy gay lady, 231 Or thou must go thy love without." "O master, yet it is unknown; Within these two days well try'd it must be; He is a lord, I am but a serving-man, 235 I fear I shall lose her with poverty." "I prethee, Tom Pots, get thee on thy feet, My former promises kept shall be; As I am a lord in Scotland fair, Thou'st never lose her with poverty. 240 "For thou'st have the half of my lands a year, And that will raise thee many a pound; Before thou shalt out-braved be, Thou shalt drop angels with him on the ground." "I thank you, master," said Tommy Pots, 245 "Yet there is one thing of you I would fain; If that I lose my lady sweet, How I'st restore your goods again?"