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Were dragged as prisoners from their ruin'd home. In this sad plight, our chief, with Samarkoon, The valiant brother of his present wife, And a good strength of spearmen, met them; charged The bootied spoilers, conquer'd and released Their wretched prey.—And ye may well suppose The lady's veil, amidst the strange confusion, Could not be clutched so close, but that Rasinga Might see the lovely face it should have cover'd.

O now I understand it; for, methinks, Rasinga had not else brought to his house Another bride to share it with Artina. Ye foul-tongued knaves, who so belie your master! What words are these which ye have dared to utter?

My lord, I crave your pardon; I have uttered The orders which Rasinga charged me with,