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vv. 1107–1129.

O Woman, thou! The lord who lay with thee!

Wilt lave with water, and then How speak the end?

It comes so quick. A hand another hand

That reach, reach gropingly

I see not yet. These riddles, pierced with blind

Gleams of foreboding but bemuse my mind.

Ah, ah! What is it? There; it is coming clear.

A net some net of Hell.

Nay, she that lies with him is she the snare?

And half of his blood upon it. It holds well

O Crowd of ravening Voices, be glad, yea, shout

And cry for the stoning, cry for the casting out!

What Fury Voices call'st thou to be hot

Against this castle? Such words like me not.

And deep within my breast I felt that sick

And saffron drop, which creepeth to the heart

To die as the last rays of life depart.

Misfortune comes so quick.

Ah, look! Look! Keep his mate from the Wild Bull!

A tangle of raiment, see;

A black horn, and a blow, and he falleth, full

In the marble amid the water. I counsel ye.

I speak plain. Blood in the bath and treachery!