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 This done he threw it o'er the wall

into the moat ſo deep,

Which made his father wring his hands,

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 do hold ſo dear.

I will forgive thee all that's paſt,

tho' they concern me near.

O ſave her life, I thee beſeech,

O ſave 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,

Thou wilt grant what I requeſt,

I'll ſave her for thy ſake.

ſave her life, and now demand,

of me then what thou wilt:

cut off thy noſe, and not one drop,

of her blood ſhall be ſpilt.