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cease to flow, and let not sorrow impair thy lovely beauties. I will wear them on my heart, nor shall the rude alarms of war drive thy image thence," To this Rosamond, with her tears still flowing, and her snowy arms cast about his neck, replied “And why may I not go with my much loved lord? I'll dress like a page, and wait on you in all your dangers; and when in the heat of battle your life is in danger by the threatening sword or spear, I will boldly step between, and, by receiving the wounds that threaten you, guard your life with the loss of my own. O take me with you; for there is no such safety for me as in your royal camp: but wanting you, my life is death. She would have proceeded, but the king, inter- rupting her, said--- " My fairest rose, you are not fit to brook the toils of war; therefore you must stay in England's peaceful soil till I return.' Then calling to Sir Thomas, her uncle, the trusty knight, who had first given him the account of her beauty, he said --"Here, worthy knight, I commit this in- estimable treasure, far more valuable than a king- dom. Take to you a strong guard for a defence, and be careful, I charge you, as you tender your life, that none be permitted to see her till my re- turn: and expect, my fair mistress, I shall often write to you, and require your answers.' " Alas! (said she) this parting is worse than death; and I am afraid my death will be the fatal issue of it. I am sure the soul and body cannot part with so great pains as I now part with you. Fain would I speak the last farewell, but I cannot, there are so many deaths in that hard word. Go, royal sire, that I may know my grief; for grief is but guessed while thou art by: but I too soon shall know what absence is: it is the sun's parting from the frozen north, whilst I stand looking on some icy cliff, to watch the last low circles that he makes, till he sinks down from heaven!"