Then in her sorrow cried she,
that fair and gentle queen:
“Woe on mine evil fortune!
Upon thy shield is seen
No dint of any sword-stroke:
thou liest murder’d there.
And wist I who hath done it,
of death mote he be ware.”
Then in her sorrow cried she,
that fair and gentle queen:
“Woe on mine evil fortune!
Upon thy shield is seen
No dint of any sword-stroke:
thou liest murder’d there.
And wist I who hath done it,
of death mote he be ware.”