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8 When as the Moor did see him dead,

Then he did laught amain

At them, who for this gallant Lord

And Lady did complain.

Quoth he, I know you'll torture me,

If that you could me get,

But all your threats I do not fear,

Nor do regard one whit:

Wild horses would my body tear,

I know it be to true;

But I'll prevent you of that pain,

Then down himself he threw.

Too good a death for such a wretch,

A villain void of fear;

And thus doth end as sad a tale,

As ever you did hear.