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 'Thou shouldst have here forborne her; yea, Were all the wrongs that bid men slay Thine, heaped too high for wrath to weigh, Not here before my face to-day Was thine the right to wreak thy wrong.' Still stood he then as one that found His rose of hope by storm discrowned, And all the joy that girt him round Brief as a broken song.

Yet ere he passed he turned and spake: 'King, only for thy nobler sake Than aught of power man's power may take Or pride of place that pride may break I bid the lordlier man in thee, That lives within the king, give ear. This justice done before thee here On one that hell's own heart holds dear, Needs might not this but be.