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When as the Moor did see him dead,
Then he did laught amain
At them, who for this gallant Lord
And Lady did complain.
Quoth he, I know you'll torture me,
If that you could me get,
But all your threats I do not fear,
Nor do regard one whit:
Wild horses would my body tear,
I know it be to true;
But I'll prevent you of that pain,
Then down himself he threw.
Too good a death for such a wretch,
A villain void of fear;
And thus doth end as sad a tale,
As ever you did hear.
FINIS.
