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This done he threw it o'er the wall
Into the moat so deep,
Which made his Father wring his hands,
And grievously to weep.
Then to the Lady this rogue went,
Who was near dead with fear;
Yet the vile wretch most cruelly
Did drag her by the hair,
And drew her to the very wall,
Which there his Lord did see;
Then presently he called out,
And fell upon his knee.
Quoth he, If thou wilt save her life,
Whom I do hold so dear,
I will forgive thee all that's past,
Though they concern me near:
O save her life, I thee beseech,
O save her life I pray,
And I will give thee what thou wilt
Demand of me this day.
Well, quoth the Moor, I do regard
The moan that thou dost make;
If thou wilt grant what I request,
I'll save her for thy sake.
O save her life, and now demand
Of me then what thou wilt.
Cut off thy nose, and not one drop
Of her blood shall be spilt
