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the king of France's daughter. 219
" Whom I shall never see, ro
For why, my life is at an end; For thy sweet sake I die, Through villain's cruelty,
To shew I am a faithful friend. Here lie I a-bleeding, re
While my thoughts are feeding
On the rarest beauty found ; O hard hap that may be, Little knows my lady
My heart-blood lies on the ground!" so
With that he gave a groan
That did break asunder All the tender strings
Of his gentle heart: She, who knew his voice, ffi
At his tale did wonder ; All her former joys
Did to grief convert. Straight she ran to see Who this man should be, »
That so like her love did speak; And found, whenas she came, Her lovely lord lay slain,
Smeer'd in blood which life did break. Which when that she espied, 95
Lord, how sore she cried !
Her sorrows could not counted be; Her eyes like fountains running, |
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