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With that the noble lord did take,
a knife into his hand,
And there his noſe did quite cut off,
in place where he did ſtand.
Now I have bought my lady's life,
he to the Moor did call:
Then take her quoth tbe wicked rogue,
and down he let her fall.
Which when his lordſhip he did ſee,
his ſenſes all did fail;
Yet mang fought to ſave his life,
but they could not avail.
When as the Moor did ſee him dead,
then he did laugh amain
At them, who for this gallant lord
and lady did complain
Quoth he, I know you'll torture me
if that you could me get,
But all your threats I do not fear,
nor do regard one whit:
Wild horſes would my body tear,
I know it to be true;
But I'll prevent you of that pain,
then down himſelf he threw.
Too good a death for ſuch a wretch
a villain void of fear:
And thus doth end as ſad a tale
as ever you did hear.
finis
