But and my plighted word!”
—Because they played, and threw the dice of gold.
XXIV
KING ERIK AND THE SCORNFUL MAID
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All so rich a damsel
Dwells southward in our land,
And ne’er to dance with a poor young swain
Will she stretch forth her hand.
—Damsel, great is thy favour! I thank thee right courteously.
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