The title in _The Garland of Good Will_ is, _Of Patient Grissel and a Noble Marquess_. _To the tune of the Bride's Good Morrow._ Percy Society, vol. XXX. p. 82. [2] For the bibliography see Gr[:a]sse's _Sagenkreise_, p. 282. The story is also found, says some one, in the Swedish saga of _Hakon Borkenbart_. A noble marquess, as he did ride a-hunting, Hard by a river side, A proper maiden, as she did sit a-spinning, His gentle eye espy'd: Most fair and lovely, and of comely grace was she, 5 Although in simple attire; She sang most sweetly, with pleasant voice melodiously, Which set the lord's heart on fire. The more he lookt, the more he might; Beauty bred his hearts delight, 10 And to this damsel he went. "God speed," quoth he, "thou famous flower, Fair mistress of this homely bower, Where love and vertue live with sweet content." With comely gesture and modest mild behaviour 15 She bad him welcome then; She entertain'd him in a friendly manner, And all his gentlemen. The noble marquess in his heart felt such flame Which set his senses all at strife; 20 Quoth he, "Fair maiden, shew soon what is thy name: I mean to take thee to my wife." "Grissel is my name," quoth she, "Far unfit for your degree; A silly maiden, and of parents poor." 25 "Nay, Grissel, thou art rich," he said, "A vertuous, fair, and comely maid; Grant me thy love, and I will ask no more." At length she consented, and being both contented, They married were with speed; 30 Her country russet was turn'd to silk and velvet, As to her state agreed: And when that she was trimly attired in the same, Her beauty shin'd most bright, Far staining every other brave and comely dame 35 That did appear in sight.[L36] Many envied her therefore, Because she was of parents poor, And twixt her lord and her great strife did raise: Some said this, and some said that, 40 Some did call her beggar's brat, And to her lord they would her oft dispraise.