He said: “Gu-drun, fair lady, as good am I in birth
As is the young King Herwic, who now you think is fitter
Than I to be your lover: too much you jeer at me, with words most bitter.
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“If you would leave your sorrow, for both of us ’twere gain.
It wounds me out of measure when any gives you pain,
Or seeks your heart to burden, or in your wish to cross you:
Though now you are unfriendly, to be my queen I yet would gladly choose you.”
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Then young Hartmut left her, and straight his men he sought.