Chapter 70
Gentle Dame Priscilla by Radcliffe Hall read for LibriVox.org Gentle Dame Priscilla at her wheel is singing, Singing of her lover very far away. Would I were that lover, from my hiding springing, I would stop her singing in my own fond way. Gentle Dame Priscilla at her wheel is spinning, Fancies of her lover, who has gone to sea. Would I were that lover, honey-tied and winning, It were then no sinning, though I kissed her free.
