To his death from his birth
He was mickle of worth,
Lay him in the cold earth,
A long grave ye may delve.
Omnes homines benedicite!
This last fitte ye may see,
All men pray for me
Who made this history
Cunning and fairly.
RAPUNZEL
RAPUNZEL
The Prince, being in the wood near the tower, in the evening.
I COULD not even think
What made me weep that day,
When out of the council-hall
The courtiers pass'd away,—