"Here," quoth the miller, "good fellowe, I drinke to thee, And to all courtnalls that courteous be." 80 "I pledge thee," quoth our king, "and thanke thee heartilye For my good welcome in everye degree: And here, in like manner, I drinke to thy sonne." "Do then," quoth Richard, "and quicke let it come." "Wife," quoth the miller, "fetch me forth lightfoote, 85 And of his sweetnesse a little we'll taste." A fair ven'son pastye brought she out presentlye, "Eate," quoth the miller, "but, sir, make no waste. Here's dainty lightfoote!" "In faith," sayd the king, "I never before eat so daintye a thing." 90 "I-wis," quoth Richard, "no daintye at all it is, For we doe eate of it everye day." "In what place," sayd our king, "may be bought like to this?" "We never pay pennye for itt, by my fay: From merry Sherwood we fetch it home here; 95 Now and then we make bold with our kings deer." "Then I thinke," sayd our king, "that it is venison." "Eche foole," quoth Richard, "full well may know that: Never are wee without two or three in the roof, Very well fleshed, and excellent fat: 100 But, prythee, say nothing wherever thou goe; We would not, for two pence, the king should it knowe." "Doubt not," then sayd the king, "my promist secresye; The king shall never know more on't for mee:" A cupp of lambs-wool they dranke unto him then, 105 And to their bedds they past presentlie. The nobles, next morning, went all up and down, For to seeke out the king in everye towne. At last, at the millers 'cott,' soone they espy'd him out, As he was mounting upon his faire steede; 110 To whom they came presently, falling down on their knee; Which made the millers heart wofully bleede; Shaking and quaking, before him he stood, Thinking he should have been hang'd, by the rood. The king perceiving him fearfully trembling, 115 Drew forth his sword, but nothing he sed: The miller downe did fall, crying before them all, Doubting the king would have cut off his head. But he his kind courtesye for to requite, Gave him great living, and dubb'd him a knight. 120 PART THE SECONDE. When as our royall king came home from Nottingham, And with his nobles at Westminster lay, Recounting the sports and pastimes they had taken, In this late progress along on the way, Of them all, great and small, he did protest, 5 The miller of Mansfields sport liked him best.