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Ay so?—how should the same be dead and live?

Even now she droopeth, gasping out her life.

Noble and stricken—how noble she thou losest.

His depth of loss he knows not ere it come.

And hope—is no hope left her life to save?

None—for the day foredoomed constraineth her.

Are all things meet, then, being done for her?

Yea, ready is her burial-attire.

Let her be sure that glorious she dies

And noblest woman 'neath the sun's wide way.

Noblest?—how not?—what tongue will dare gainsay?

What must the woman be who passeth her?

How could a wife give honour to her lord

More than by yielding her to die for him?