With that bespake this faire lady,
In bed whereas she lay;
"Although thou'rt dead, thou little Musgrave,95
Yet I for thee will pray;
"And wish well to thy soule will I,
So long as I have life;
So will I not for thee, Barnard,
Although I am thy wedded wife."100
He cut her paps from off her brest,
(Great pity it was to see,)
That some drops of this ladies heart's blood
Ran trickling downe her knee.
"Woe worth you, woe worth [you], my mery men all,105
You were ne're borne for my good;
Why did you not offer to stay my hand,
When ye [saw] me wax so wood!
"For I have slaine the bravest sir knight
That ever rode on steed;110
So have I done the fairest lady
That ever did womans deed.
"A grave, a grave," Lord Barnard cryd,
"To put these lovers in;
But lay my lady on [the] upper hand,115
For she came of the better kin."
[8], lady.
[10], pale.
[11], Bernards.