noon
Here Giles paused to sigh amain , to fold his arms , to cross his legs , to frown and shake gloomy head ; having done the which , he took breath and sang again as followeth : -- `` Alack-a-day , alas and woe ! Would that Genevra fair might know 'T is for her love Giles of the Bow Sings willow ! '' But now , chancing to turn and espy Beltane , Giles fell suddenly abashed , his comely face grew ruddy ` neath its tan and he sprang very nimbly to his feet : `` Ha , tall brother -- good brother , '' he stammered , `` noble lord , God den to ye -- hail and good morrow ! Verily and in faith , by Saint Giles -LRB- my patron saint , brother -RRB- I do rejoice to see thee abroad again , as will our surly Rogerkin that doth gloom and glower for thee and hath hung about thy chamber door morn and noon and night , and our noble Sir Benedict and Walkyn -- but none more unfeignedly than Giles that doth grow glad because of thee -- '' `` That is well , '' quoth Beltane , seating himself upon the battlement , `` for verily thy song was vastly doleful , Giles ! '' `` My song , lord , my song ? Ha -- hum ! O verily , my song is a foolish song or the song of a fool , for fool am I , forsooth -- a love-lorn fool ; a doleful fool , a very fool of fools , that in my foolish folly hath set his foolish heart on thing beyond reach of such base fool as I .