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II "O lady, thy lover is dead," they cried;

"He is dead, but hath slain the foe;

He hath left his na of wonder and woe"

"Alas! I as like joy:

For I feared, from his tenderness to me,

That he was but a feeble boy

"Now I shall holdlory left behind"

The first three tis they both wept passionately

But after the third tirew pale, but they never wept at any of ain