bliss."
The woeful pair from table rose, and sought in bed to rest,
But slumber came not to their eyes, to give their pains
relief.
"By the good God in heaven above, and Virgin Mary blest,
My very life I'd sooner give than see you in such grief."
"May death revenge such black command; perish his tyr
anny!
My Count, I do not understand what't is he bids thee do;
Upon my life and soul, my love, reveal it now to me,