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This done he threw it o'er the wall,
Into the moat so deep.
Which made his father wring his bands,
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 very wall,
Which there his Lord did see,
Then presently he called out,
And fell upon his knee.
Quoth he, if thou wilt save her life,
Whom I hold so dear,
I will forgive you all that's past,
Tho' they concern me near,
O save her life, I thee beseech,
O gave her life I pray,
And I will give thee what thou wilt
Demand of me this day.
Well, quoth the Moor, I do regard
The moan that thou dost make,
If thou wilt grant what I request,
I'll save her for thy sake.
O save her life and now demand,
Of me then what thou wilt--
Cut of thy nose and not one drop
