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Rh of Carthage. And when Nicolette saw the walls of the castle, and the country, the recognised that it was there she had been brought up and carried captive as a little child; yet she was not such a little child but that she knew well that she had been daughter to the king of Carthage, and that she had been brought up in the city.

Here they sing.

, the wise, the brave, Won to land from off the wave; Sees the wharves, the city walls, And the palaces and halls; Then she cries, "Ah! woe is me! Ah, woe worth my high degree! King's daughter of Carthagen, To the Amiral akin! Here me holds a salvage horde! Aucassin, my gentle lord, Wise and worshipful and free, Your sweet love constraineth me,