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In the heart of his wallèd lands,

In the Giants' cloud-capt ring;

Herself, none other, laid

The hone to the axe's blade;

She lifted it in her hands,

The woman, and slew her king.

Woe upon spouse and spouse,

Whatso of evil sway

Held her in that distress!

Even as a lioness

Breaketh the woodland boughs

Starving, she wrought her way.

O Children, Children; in the name of God,

Slay not your mother!

Did ye hear a cry

Under the rafters?

I weep too, yea, I;

Down on the mother's heart the child hath trod!

[A death-cry from within.

God bringeth Justice in his own slow tide.

Aye, cruel is thy doom; but thy deeds done

Evil, thou piteous woman, and on one

Whose sleep was by thy side!

[The door bursts open, and and  ''come forth in disorder. Attendants bring out the bodies of and''.