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8 And there his noſe did quite cut off, In place where he did ſtand. Now I have bought my Lady's life, then to the door did call: Then take her, quoth the wicked rouge and down he let her fall, which when this gallant lord did ſee, his ſenſes all did fail, Tho' many fought to ſave his life, yet all could not prevail. when as the Moor did ſee him dead, then he did laugh amain At them who for his gallant lord and lady did complain, Quoth he, I know you'll torture me, if that ye could me get, But all your threats I do not fear, nor yet regard one whit. wild horſes ſhould my body tear, I ſhow it to be true; But I'll prevent you of that, pain, then down Himſelf he threw. Too good a death fer ſuch a wretch, a villain void of fear: And thus doth end as ſad a tale, as ever you did hear.