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SIR CAULINE. |
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Sir Cauline juste lifte up his eyes,
When he heard his ladye crye: ias
" 0 ladye, I am thine owne true love;
For thee I wisht to dye."
Then giving her one partinge looke,
He closed his eyes in death, Ere Christabelle, that ladye milde, wo
Begane to drawe her breathe.
But when she found her comelye knighte
Indeed was dead and gone, She layde her pale, cold cheeke to his,
And thus she made her moane : lie
" O staye, my deare and onlye lord,
For mee, thy faithfulle feere; 'Tis meet that I shold followe thee,
Who hast bought my love so deare."
Then fayntinge in a deadlye swoune, a»
And with a deep-fette sighe That burst her gentle heart in twayne,
Fayre Christabelle did dye. |
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