"It shall be as thou wishest," said the Dame:
"All cates[161] and dainties shall be stored there
Quickly on this feast-night: by the tambour frame[162]
Her own lute thou wilt see: no time to spare, 175
For I am slow and feeble, and scarce dare
On such a catering trust my dizzy head.
Wait here, my child, with patience; kneel in prayer
The while: Ah! thou must needs the lady wed,
Or may I never leave my grave among the dead." 180