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And with these words her lily hands,
she wrung full often there,
And down her comely face,
proceeded many a tear.
But nothing could this furious queen,
herewith appeased be,
The cup of deadly poison strong,
which she held on her knee,
She gave this comely dame to drink,
who took it from her hand,
And from her bended knees arose,
and on her feet did stand:
When casting up her eyes to ⟨heaven⟩,
she did for mercy call
And drinking up the poison strong,
she lost ner life withal.
And when that death thro' every limb
had ⟨done⟩ its greatest spite,
Her chief foes could but confess,
she was a glorious sight.
Her body then they did entomb,
when life was fled away,
At Woodstock near to Oxford town,
as may be seen this day.
FINIS.
