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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 the 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 be 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 had seen him dead, Then he did laugh atain, At then the for this gallant Lord And lady did complain.

Quoth he, I know you'll torture me, If that you could met 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 you did hear.

FINIS.