p. 8

“As soon as e’er my lord is dead, The long night all— Thou shalt rule o’er my gold so red,”  I’m passion’s thrall.

“O speak not, Queen, in such wild style, The long night all— Thou know’st not who may list the while,”  I’m passion’s thrall.

She fondly thought alone they were, The long night all— There stood the King, to all gave ear, I’m passion’s thrall.

The King two serving men address’d, The long night all— “To come to me the Queen request,”  I’m passion’s thrall.

p. 9“Hear thou, my Queen, so fair and sleek, The long night all— What with the Algreve didst thou speak?”  I’m passion’s thrall.

p. 9

“The speech that I with him did hold, The long night all— Was all about thy actions bold,”  I’m passion’s thrall.

“The King two servants did command, The long night all— “Bid ye the Greve before me stand,”  I’m passion’s thrall.

“Hear thou, my Greve, what with my Queen The long night all— Didst thou discourse of yestere’en?”  I’m passion’s thrall.

“The whole discourse that we did hold, The long night all— Was of thy virtues manifold,”  I’m passion’s thrall.

p. 10The King his little page address’d, The long night all— “To come to me the cook request,”  I’m passion’s thrall.

p. 10

“Thou cook, the Greve to pieces chop, The long night all— And to thy Lady serve him up,”  I’m passion’s thrall.

Long sat the Queen, the meat she eyed, The long night all— “This is no Roe I’m satisfied, I’m passion’s thrall.

“But ’tis the Greve our hall who grac’d.”  The long night all— The pieces she collects in haste, I’m passion’s thrall.

She wrapped them in white ermine skin, The long night all— A gilded chest she placed them in. I’m passion’s thrall.

p. 11She them collects, then wends her slow, The long night all— Unto the fount of Maribo. I’m passion’s thrall.

p. 11

She dipped them in the water pure, The long night all— “Rise, Christian man, I thee conjure!”  I’m passion’s thrall.

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