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 With that the noble Lord did take

A knife into his hand,

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.

When as the Moor did see him dead,

Then he did laugh 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 to be 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.