Or funerals with stately pomp, March slowly on in solemn dump, She vow'd she would go see the sight, To do the office of a neighbour, And be a gossip at his labour; And from his wooden jail, the stocks, And by exchange, parole, or ransom, To find the Knight in limbo pent. And 't was not long before she found Him, and his stout Squire, in the pound, Both coupled in inchanted tether, By farther leg behind together: For as he sat upon his rump, His head like one in doleful dump, 85 90 95 100 -105 Tus part. quati sht. they sey's weblated, And vil delinquent soris haunted. That here are è chains, and scourg Tuti her guilty crimes de pURL L 2 125 Between his knees, his hands apply'd Unto his ears on either side; And by him, in another hole, When in their dreadful shapes th' appear. No sooner did the Knight perceive her, But straight he fell into a fever, Inflam'd all over with disgrace, 110 115 To be seen by her in such a place; Which made him hang his head, and scowl, And wink, and goggle like an owl, He felt his brains begin to swim, When thus the dame accosted him: 120 This place, quoth she, they say's inchanted, And with delinquent spirits haunted, That here are ty'd in chains, and scourg'd 125 Until their guilty crimes be purg'd: Look, there are two of them appear, Like persons I have seen somewhere. For spectres, apparitions, ghosts, 130 |