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228 THE CHILD OF EIXE.
" Ah! well I wot, he never would rest, Nor his meate should doe him no goode,
Till he had slayne thee, Child of Elle,
And seene thy deare hearts bloode." so
" 0 ladye, wert thou in thy saddle sette,
And a little space him fro, I would not care for thy cruel father,
Nor the worst that he could doe.
" 0 ladye, wert thou in thy saddle sette, »
And once without this walle, I would not care for thy cruel father,
Nor the worst that might befalle."
Faire Emmeline sighed, faire Emmeline wept, And aye her heart was woe : »>
At length he seizde her lilly-white hand, And downe the ladder he drewe.
And thrice he claspde her to his breste,
And kist her tenderlie : The teares that fell from her fair eyes, es
Ranne like the fountayne free.
Hee mounted himselfe on his steede so talle,
And her on a faire palfraye, And slung his bugle about his necke,
And roundlye they rode awaye. ioo |
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