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The king was greatly moued at her speach,And all with suddein indignation fraight,Bad on that Messenger rude hands to reach.Eftsoones the Gard, which on his state did wait,Attacht that faytor false, and bound him strait:Who seeming sorely chauffed at his band,As chained beare, whom cruell dogs doe bait,With ydle force did faine them to withstand,And often semblaunce made to scape out of their hand.
But they him layd full low in dungeon deepe,And bound him hand and foote with yron chains.And with continual watch did warely keepe;Who then would thinke, that by his subtile trainsHe could escape fowle death or deadly pains?Thus when that Princes wrath was pacifide,He gan renew the late forbidden bains,And to the knight his daughter deare he tyde,With sacred rites and vowes for euer to abyde.
His owne two hands the holy knotts did knitt,That none but death for euer can diuide;His owne two hands, for such a turne most fitt,The housling fire did kindle and prouide,And holy water thereon sprinckled wide;At which the bushy Teade a groome did light,And sacred lamp in secret chamber hide,Where it should not be quenched day nornight,For feare of euill fates, but burnen euer bright.
Then gan they sprinckle all the posts with wine,And made great feast to solemnize that day;They all perfumde with frankincense diuine,And precious odours fetcht from far away,
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