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This done, he threw it o'er the wall
into the moat ſo deep,
Which made his father wring his hands;
and grievouſly to weep.
Then to the Lady this rogue went,
who was near dead with fear,
Yet the wild wretch moſt cruelly.
did drag her by the hair.
And drew her to the the very wall,
which there his lord did ſee;
then preſently he called out
and fell upon his knee.
Quoth he. It thou wilt ſave her life,
whom I do hold ſo dear,
will forgive thee all that's paſt,
tho' they concern me near.
ſave her life, I thee beſeech,
O ſave her life I pray,
and I will give thee what thou wilt
demand of me this day.
Yell, quoth the Moor, I do regard
the moan that thou doſt make,
thou wilt grant what I requeſt,
I'll ſave her for thy ſake.
ſave her life, and now demand
of me then what thou wilt:
cut off thy noſe, and not one drop
of her blood ſhall be ſpilt.
