3888 thou prick out of mine haunt, Anon I slay thy steed With mace. Here is the Queen of Faëry, With harp, and pipe, and symphony, Dwelling in this place.” The Child said, “All so may I thé, 3889 To-morrow will I meetë thee, When I have mine armór; And yet I hope, par ma fay , That thou shalt with this launcëgay Abyen 3890 it full sore; Thy maw 3891 Shall I pierce, if I may, Ere it be fully prime of day, For here thou shalt be slaw.” 3892