human
Oh, where shall I find a little foot-page That would win both hose and shoon, And will bring to me the Singing Leaves If they grow under the moon?
gpt
That you will give me the first, first thing You meet at your castle-gate, And the Princess shall get the Singing Leaves, Or mine be a traitor's fate.
human
My faith I plight to thee.
gpt
Now give you this to the Princess Anne, The Singing Leaves are therein.
human
Welcome, father!
gpt
Lo, here the Singing Leaves, quoth he,
human
And woe, but they cost me dear!