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ST. GEORGE AND THE DRAGON. 77
" Farewell, my father dear," quoth she, " And my sweet mother, meek and mild; «» Take you no thought nor weep for me,
For you may have another child ; Since for my country's good I dye, Death I receive most willinglye."
The king and queen and all their train 115
With weeping eyes went then their way,
And let their daughter there remain, To be the hungry dragon's prey :
But as she did there weeping lye,
Behold St. George came riding by. wo
And seeing there a lady bright So rudely tyed unto a stake, As well became a valiant knight, He straight to her his way did take : " Tell me, sweet maiden," then quoth he, ws " "What caitif thus abuseth thee ?
" And, lo ! by Christ his cross I vow, Which here is figured on my breast,
I will revenge it on his brow,
And break my lance upon his chest: " i»
And speaking thus whereas he stood,
The dragon issued from the wood.
The lady, that did first espy The dreadful dragon coming so,