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7 Then presently he called out,

And fell upon his knee.

Quoth he, If thou will 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,

If thou will grant what I request,

I'll save her for thy sake.

O save her life, hndand [sic] now demand,

Of me then what thou wilt:

Cut off thy nose, and not one drop,

Of her blood shall be spilt.

With that the noble Lord did take,

A knife into his ,

And there his nose did quite cut off,

In place where he did stand.

Now I have bought my Lady's life,

Then to the Moor did call:

Then take her quoth the wicked rogue,

And down he let her fall.

Which when his Lordship he did see,

His senses all did fail;

Yet many sought to save his life,

But they could not avail.