Be to my brother friendly, nor of your love be sparing;
’Twill be to you an honor if he again the kingly crown be wearing.”
[1598]
His friends all wept together that he in bondage sat,
Wearing chains so heavy; their eyes with tears were wet:
Much they pitied Hartmut, no more his kingdom swaying.
On him and on his followers fetters fast and strongest now were weighing.
[1599]
Then spake to them Queen Hilda: “Leave your weeping now;
Their chains will I unloosen; they to my court may go: