fled.
"My bread be measured by the ounce, my drink quench not
my thirst,
Then speedily my death will come, nor will the princess
know."
"How can that be, my best beloved, since in that basin curst
I must thy severed head before the king and princess show."
"Enclose me in a dungeon dark, where neither sun nor moon
Shall light the hours I count by sighs until my life has fled."
"How can that be, my best beloved? the hour will come full