“Oh, sir,” he cried, “thy courtesy,
But surely ’t were a fouler thing
To hear thy lips lie thus to me!
So, sir, my boon, as thou art king!
But surely ’t were a fouler thing
To hear thy lips lie thus to me!
So, sir, my boon, as thou art king!
“I have but asked of thee my due,
And thou must needs requite me so.”
The king replied, “ Aye, it is true;
Then take her by the hand and go.
Joy have of her and never woe!”
He thanked him sweet, and by the hand
He led his wife: thus Orfeo
And Heurodis left fairy land.
And thou must needs requite me so.”
The king replied, “ Aye, it is true;
Then take her by the hand and go.
Joy have of her and never woe!”
He thanked him sweet, and by the hand
He led his wife: thus Orfeo
And Heurodis left fairy land.
They wandered from that woeful place
That wrought them so much misery,
Along the way that led to Thrace,
His high demesne, his own city;
And no man knew that it was he.
Then paused they at the city’s end;
For fear of fraud and treachery
That day no further would they wend.
That wrought them so much misery,
Along the way that led to Thrace,
His high demesne, his own city;
And no man knew that it was he.
Then paused they at the city’s end;
For fear of fraud and treachery
That day no further would they wend.
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