He has taken out his trusty sword
And laid it between them tway;
Says, ‘Lie you there, you ill woman,
A maid for me till day.’
XXV
Then in it came him Childe Vyet,
Shed back his yellow hair,
And gave Lord Ingram to the heart
A deep wound and a sair.
XXVI
Then up did start him Lord Ingram
Shed back his coal-black hair,
And gave Childe Vyet to the heart
A deep wound and a sair.
XXVII
There was no pity for those two lords,
In bower where they lay slain;
But all was for Lady Maisry,
In bower where she went brain[358].
XXVIII
Says, ‘If I have been an ill woman,
Alas, and woe is me!
And if I have been an ill woman,
A good woman I’ll be.