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CONSTANCE OF CLEVELAND. 231, |
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For the gold he had,
Whom they did convey By a ruffian lewd
To that place directly, Where the youthful Knight
Fast a sleeping lay. The bloody dagger than, Wherewith they kill'd the man,
Hard by the Knight he likewise laid, Sprinkling him with blood, As he thought it good,
And then no longer there he stayd. The Knight, being so abused, Was forthwith accused
For this murder which was done; And he was condemned That had not offended;
Shamefull death he might not shun.
When the Lady bright
Understood the matter, That her wedded Knight
Was condemn'd to dye, To the King she went
With all the speed that might be, Where she did lament
Her hard destiny. " Noble King ! " quoth she, '• Pitty take on me,
And pardon my poor husbands life ; |
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