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5 And fought to help their mother dear, but alas! all was in vain. For the egregious filthy rogue, her hands behind her bound. And then perforce with all his ſtrength he threw her to the ground. With that ſhe ſhriek'd, her children cryed and ſuch a noiſe did make, The townſmen hearing their lament, did feet their part ſo take; But all in vain, no way they found to aid the ladys need. Who cried to them moſt plieouſly, oh help, oh help with ſpeed. Some ran into the foreſt wide, his lord home for to call. And they that ſtood did ſore lament the gallant Ladyſ fall. With ſpeed his lord came poſting home, but could not enter in; His Lady‘s cries did pierce his heart, to call he did begin: Hold thy hand thou ſavage Moor, to hurt her do forbear. Or elſe be ſure if I do live, wild horſes ſhall thee tear. With that the rogue ran to the wall, he having had his will,