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how; And from her clear and crystal eyes The tears gush'd out apace, Which like the silver pearled dew Ran down her comely face. 'Why grieves my Rose, my sweetest Rose? The king did often say. 'Because,' quoth she, 'to bloody wars My lord must part away. 'But since your Grace on foreign coasts, Among your foes unkind, Must go to hazard life and limb, Why should I stay behind? 'Nay, rather let me, like a page, Your sword and target bear, That on my breast the blows may light, Which would offend you there. 'So I your presence may enjoy No toil I will refuse; But wanting you, my life is death; Nay, death I'd rather choose!' 'Content thyself, my dearest love, Thy rest at home shall be In England's sweet and pleasant isle; For travel fits not thee. My Rose shall safely here abide, With music pass the day; Whilst I, among the piercing pikes, My foes seek far away. And you, Sir Thomas, whom I trust To be my love's defence; Be careful of my gallant Rose When I am parted hence.' And therewithal he fetch'd a sigh As though his heart would break: And Rosamund, for very grief, Not one plain word could speak. And at their parting well they might In heart be grieved sore: After that day fair Rosamund The king did see no more. For when his Grace had past the seas, And into France was gone, With envious heart queen Ellinor To Woodstock came anone. And forth she calls this trusty knight In an unhappy hour; Who with his clue of twined thread Came from this famous bower. And when that they had wounded him The queen this thread did get, And went, where lady Rosamund Was like an angel set. But when the queen with steadfast eye Beheld her beauteous face, She was amazed in her mind At her exceeding grace. 'Cast off from thee those robes,' she said, 'That rich and costly be; And drink thou up this deadly draught, Which I have brought to thee.' Then presently upon her knees Sweet Rosamund did fell; And pardon of the queen she craved For her offences all. 'Take pity on my youthful years,' Fair Rosamund did cry; 'And let me not with poison strong En
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