Child thou shalt poison - or king. I do not know
What tempted thee? The devil tempted thee
And found thee apt - to play the cat, and toy
With the victim first . . . I will not speak with thee!
To-morrow shalt thou die. - I will not listen
To womanish supplication. - Bear her hence
To the donjon! - I'll not hear thee! - Bear her hence!"
Hot breath blew thro' the summer's fever lips;
Dried was the dew from drooping-petall'd flower,
Sharp grass; nor ever leaf stirr'd; ceaseless plied
His loom the locust shrill; the far sky smokt.
. . . Drap'd in black samite was the chair of state
And the high dais whereon was set the King
And knights and Tristram; a multitude below
Swarm'd thro' the court like August flies, till prest
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