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She blooded him in the vein of the arm,
And lock’d him up in the room ;
There did he bleed all the live-long day,
Untill the next day at noon.
He then bethought him of a casement door,
Thinking for to be gone ; [329]
He was so weak he could not leap,
Nor he could not get down.
He then bethought him of his bugle-horn,