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224 the king of France's daughter.
The king upon these words
More heedfully beheld them, Till a crimson blush
His conceit did cross. " The more I look," quoth he, 205
Upon thy wife and children, The more I call to mind
My daughter whom I lost." " I am that Child," quoth she, Falling on her knee ; 210
" Pardon me my soveraign liege !" The king perceiving this His daughter dear did kiss,
Till joyful tears did stop his speech. With his train he turned, 215
And with her sojourned ;
Straight he dubb'd her husband knight; He made him Earl of Flanders, One of his chief commanders;—
Thus was their sorrow put to flight. 220 |
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