Here, quoth the miller, good fellow, I drink to thee, And to all courtiers, wherever they be. I pledge thee, quoth our king, and thank thee heartily For my welcome in every good degree: And here, in like manner, I drink to thy son. Do then, quoth Richard, and quick let it come. Wife, quoth the miller, fetch me forth lightfoot, And of his sweetness a little we'll taste. A fair ven'son pasty brought she out presently. Eat, quoth the miller, but, sir, make no waste. Here's dainty lightfoot! In faith, said the king, I never before eat so dainty a thing. I wis, quoth Richard, no dainty at all it is, For we do eat of it every day. In what place, said our king, may be bought like to this? We never pay penny for it, by my fay: From merry Sherwood we fetch it home here; Now and then we make bold with our king's deer. Then I think, said our king, that it is venison. Each fool, quoth Richard, full well may know that: Never are we without two or three in the roof, Very well fleshed, and excellent fat: But, prythee, say nothing wherever thou go; We would not, for two pence, the king should it know. Doubt not, then said the king, my promised secrecy; The king shall never know more on't for me. A cup of lambs-wool[134] they drank unto him then, And to their beds they passed presently. The nobles, next morning, went all up and down, For to seek out the king in every town. At last, at the miller's cot, soon they espy'd him out, As he was mounting upon his fair steed; To whom they came presently, falling down on their knee; Which made the miller's heart wofully bleed; Shaking and quaking, before him he stood, Thinking he should have been hang'd, by the Rood. The king perceiving him fearfully trembling Drew forth his sword, but nothing he said: The miller down did fall, crying before them all, Doubting the king would cut off his head. But he, his kind courtesy for to requite, Gave him great living, and dubb'd him a knight. PART THE SECOND. When as our royal 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, The miller of Mansfield's sport liked him best. And now, my lords, quoth the king, I am determined Against St. George's next sumptuous feast, That this old miller, our new confirmed knight, With his son Richard, shall here be my guest: For, in this merriment, 'tis my desire To talk with the jolly knight, and the young squire.