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Rh He struck up a roundelay Very seasonably gay. "Maiden of the noble heart, Winsome fair of form thou art; Winsome is thy golden hair, Blue thine eye and blithe thine air. Well I see it by thy cheer, Thou hast spoken with thy fere, Who for thee lies dying here. This I tell thee, thou give ear! 'Ware thee of the sudden foe! Yonder seeking thee they go. 'Neath each cloak a sword I see; Terribly they threaten thee. Soon they'll do thee some misdeed Save thou take heed!"

Here they speak and tell the story.

"!" said Nicolette; "now may thy father's soul and thy mother's be in blessed repose, for