“Thou dog, thou shalt never more have the might
The gentle daughters of Kings to smite.
“Thou dog, thou shalt never more have the power
To threaten Kings’ children within thy bower.”
The Count by his long yellow locks he took,
And by the bed’s side his head off strook.
“Do thou lie there, and for ever be banned,
I’ll bestow on another my sister’s hand.
“I’ll give her Sir Allegast, he is a knight
So true and trusty and valiant in fight.”
The King’s sweet daughter has Allegast wed,
For her infamous husband unwept lies dead.
These gallants were thieves in no other way,
Than that they a trick on the Count would play.
But could all thieving come to so fair an end,
There’s many, I trow, would a-thieving wend!