Quoth one within the palace:
“Needs must we all lie dead!
What profits us the greeting
that from the king we had?
The burning heat so sorely
with thirst doth torture me,
I trow that in this torment
my life will quickly flee.”
Quoth one within the palace:
“Needs must we all lie dead!
What profits us the greeting
that from the king we had?
The burning heat so sorely
with thirst doth torture me,
I trow that in this torment
my life will quickly flee.”