That the truth I may descry.’
—‘My fresh vineyard so well guarded,
When I enter’d it again,
Trace of plundering thief I noted...
What he stole I ask in vain.’
Ceased the Count o’erwhelm’d with sorrow,
But then laughing said the King:
(Whether at self or at the mourner
Aim’d that laugh, I cannot sing.)
—’Twas I who did the vineyard enter,