And in the morning when that they should be wedded, 155 Her patience now was try'd; Grissel was charged in princely manner For to attire the bride. Most willingly she gave consent unto the same; The bride in her bravery was drest, 160 And presently the noble marquess thither came, With all the ladies at his request. "Oh Grissel, I would ask of thee If to this match thou wouldst agree? Methinks thy looks are waxed wondrous coy." 165 With that they all began to smile, And Grissel she replies the while, "God send lord marquess many years of joy!" The marquis was mov[e']d to see his best belov[e']d Thus patient in distress; 170 He stept unto her, and by the hand he took her; These words he did express: "Thou art the bride, and all the brides I mean to have; These two thy own children be." The youthful lady on her knees did blessing crave, 175 The brother as willing as she. "And you that envy her estate, Whom I have made my loving mate, Now blush for shame, and honour vertuous life; The chronicles of lasting fame 180 Shall evermore extol the name Of patient Grissel, my most constant wife." 36, G. G. W., in her sight. THE KING OF FRANCE'S DAUGHTER. From Thomas Deloney's _Garland of Good Will_, as reprinted by the Percy Society, vol. xxx. p. 52. Other copies are in _Old Ballads_, (1723,) i. 181, Ritson's _Ancient Songs_, ii. 136, and Percy's _Reliques_, iii. 207,--the last altered by the editor. In the days of old, When fair France did flourish, Stories plainly told Lovers felt annoy. The king a daughter had, 5 Beauteous, fair, and lovely, Which made her father glad, She was his only joy. A prince of England came, Whose deeds did merit fame, 10 He woo'd her long, and lo, at last, Look, what he did require,[L12] She granted his desire, Their hearts in one were linked fast. Which when her father proved, 15 Lord, how he was moved And tormented in his mind; He sought for to prevent them, And to discontent them,-- Fortune crosses lovers kind. 20