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 Cause of his toil his Lady did Entreat him not to go; Alas' good Lady, then quoth he, Why art thou grieved so ?

Content thyself, I will return With speed to thee again; Good father, quoth the little babes, With us still here remain.

Farewell dear children I will go, A fine thing you to buy, But they their with to whit content, Aloud began to cry.

Their mother takes them by the hand, Saying, come go with me, Unto the highest tower where Your father you shall see.

The Blackamoor perceived now, Who then did stay behind, His Lord a hunting to be gone, Began to call to mind,

My master he did me correct, My fault not being great, Now of his wife I'll be revenged, He shall not me entreat.

The place was moated round about, The bridge be up did draw; The gates he bolted very strong, Of none he stood in awe.