The knight reflects on what they have said;
He pinches himself and rubs his eyes,
And examines the posts,
Which had seemed to him ghosts,
And, striking a light, looks under the bed.
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A curious look is on his face;
He writhes as if in inward pain;
And swears an oath by our Lady's grace,
That in order to spare
Such another nightmare,
He 'll never eat lobster for supper again.