The false lapwynge, full of trecherye.

The false lapwynge, full of trecherye.

Now begin;
For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing runs
Close by the ground, to hear our read more

Now begin;
For look where Beatrice, like a lapwing runs
Close by the ground, to hear our conference.

Changed to a lapwing by th' avenging god,
He made the barren waste his lone abode,
And read more

Changed to a lapwing by th' avenging god,
He made the barren waste his lone abode,
And oft on soaring pinions hover'd o'er
The lofty palace then his own no more.