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 Alas! good Lady, then quoth he,

why art thou grieved ſo?

Content thyſelf, I will return

to thee with ſpeed again.

Good father, quoth the little babes,

with us here ſtill remain.

Farewel, dear children, I will go

and ſomething to you buy;

But they herewith no whit content,

aloud began to cry.

Their mother took them by the hand,

ſaying, Come along with me,

Unso the higheſt tower, where

your father you ſhall ſee.

The Blackamoor perceiving now

(who then did ſtand 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 on his wife I'll be reveng'd,

he ſhall not me intreat.

The place was moated round about,

the bridge he did updraw,

The gates he bolted very ſtrong,

of none he ſtood in awe;

He up into the tower went,

the Lady being there,