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372 THE CRUEL BLACK. |
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The black-a-moor, perceiving now,
Who then did stay behind, His lord to be a hunting gone,
Began to call to mind: " My master he did me correct, «
My fault not being great; Now of his wife I'll be reveng'd,
She shall not me intreat."
The place was moated round about;
The bridge he up did draw ; si
The gates he bolted very fast;
Of none he stood in awe. He up into the tower went,
The lady being there; Who, when she saw his countenance grim. 55
She straight began to fear.
But now my trembling heart it quakes
To think what I must write ; My senses all begin to fail,
My soul it doth affright so
Yet must I make an end of this
Which here I have begun, Which will make sad the hardest heart,
Before that I have done.
This wretch unto the lady went, 65
And her with speed did will, His lust forthwith to satisfy,
His mind for to fulfil. The lady she amazed was,
To hear the villain speak; 70 |
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