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Which made his father wring his hands,
and grievouſly to weep!
Then to the Lady went this rogue,
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 when her Lord did ſee,
Then preſently he cried 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,
tho' they concern me uear.
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 grnnt what I requeſt,
I'll save her for thy ſake.
O ſave her life! and now demand
of me what thing thou wilt:
Cut off thy noſe, and not one drop
of her blood ſhall be ſpilt.
With that this noble Lord did take
