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SIR ALDINGAR |
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XLIX
' I bade him, Lye still, lazar, where he lay,
Looke he went not away ; I wo'ld make him a whole man and a sound In two houres of a day.
L ' A priest, a priest.' sayes Aldingar,
' To shrive me cleane of hell! Ever alacke !' sayes Sir Aldingar,
i Falsing never doth well.
LI
' Forgive, forgive me, Queene, Madam!
For Christ's love forgive me ! '— ' God forgave his death, Aldingar, And freely I forgive thee.'—
LII
' Now take thy wife, thou King Harry,
And love her as thou sho'ld ; Thy wife shee is as true to thee
As stone lies in castle wall.'
LIII
The lazar under the gallow tree [Grew] a pretty man and small:
The lazar under the gallow tree
Was made steward in King Harry's hall. |
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