The lady sighed a gentle sigh,
"That this were my true knight!"

And now the giant and knight be met
Within the lists so broad,

And now with swords so sharp of steel
They 'gan to lay on load.

The Soldan struck the knight a stroke
That made him reel aside;
Then woe-begone was that fair lady,
And thrice she deeply sighed.

The Soldan struck a second stroke,
And made the blood to flow;
All pale and wan was that lady fair,
And thrice she wept for woe.

The Soldan struck a third fell stroke,
Which brought the knight on his knee;

Sad sorrow pierced that lady's heart,

And she shrieked loud shriekings three.

The knight he leapt upon his feet,

All reckless of the pain;

Quoth he, But Heaven be now my speed,

Or else I shall be slain !

He grasped his sword with main and might,
And spying a secret part,

He drave it into the Soldan's side,
And pierced him to the heart.

Then all the people gave a shout
When they saw the Soldan fall;
The lady wept, and thanked Christ,
That had rescued her from thrall.

And now the king with all his barons,
Rose up from off his seat,

And down he stepped into the lists,
That courteous knight to greet.

And he for pain and lack of blood
Was fallen into a swoond,
And there all weltering in his gore,

Lay lifeless on the ground.

Come down, come down, my daughter dear! Thou art a leech of skill,

Far lever

had I lose half my lands

Than this good knight should spill.

Down then steppeth that fair lady,
To help him if she may;

But when she did his beaver raise,
It is my life! my lord! she says;

And shrieked and swooned away.

Sir Cauline just lift up his eyes,
When he heard his lady cry,
O lady! I am thine own true love,
For thee I wished to die.

Then giving her one parting look,
He closed his eyes in death,
Ere Christabelle, that lady mild,
Began to draw her breath.

But when she found her comely knight
Indeed was dead and gone,

She laid her own pale cheek to his,

And thus she made her moan.

O stay, my dear and only lord,
For me, thy faithful feere:

"Tis meet that I should follow thee,

Who hast bought my love so dear.

* Rather.

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The lady sighed a gentle sigh,
"That this were my true knight!"

And now the giant and knight be met
Within the lists so broad,

And now with swords so sharp of steel
They 'gan to lay on load.

The Soldan struck the knight a stroke
That made him reel aside;
Then woe-begone was that fair lady,
And thrice she deeply sighed.

The Soldan struck a second stroke,
And made the blood to flow;
All pale and wan was that lady fair,
And thrice she wept for woe.

The Soldan struck a third fell stroke,
Which brought the knight on his knee;

Sad sorrow pierced that lady's heart,
And she shrieked loud shriekings three.

The knight he leapt upon his feet,

All reckless of the pain;

Quoth he, But Heaven be now my speed,

Or else I shall be slain !

He grasped his sword with main and m
And spying a secret part,

He drave it into the Soldan's side,
And pierced him to the heart.

Then all the people gave a shout
When they saw the Soldan fall;
The lady wept, and thanked Chris
That had rescued her from thra

And now the king with all his ba
Rose up from off his seat,

Then fainting in a deadly swoon, And with a deep-fetched sigh, That burst her gentle heart in twain, Fair Christabelle did die.