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IN SPAIN
He was a little page-boy
the nighest to my heart,
I brought him up in my chamber
and prized and set him apart.
With all these evil chances
at last at Seville I was,
And met a clerk at the city gate
that never yet had said Mass.'
“God keep you, Master: welcome!
A son was bom you last night:
You are but one and twenty,
and we will christen him right.”
Then up and answered the Master-
mark well what he must say-
“Bid me not that, good father!
It boots not, I cannot stay.
I ride to answer a summons,
the King my brother’s claim.”
I spurred my mule through the gateway
and into Seville I came.
No hangings I saw on the houses,
in the ways no tilting knight;
I tufned add sought the palace
and my brother King Peter’s sight.
When I had passed the gateway
the gates behind me swung;
They took my sword away from me
that at my side had hung;
Warnings
on the way
AND MONOGRAPHS
IN SPAIN
He was a little page-boy
the nighest to my heart,
I brought him up in my chamber
and prized and set him apart.
With all these evil chances
at last at Seville I was,
And met a clerk at the city gate
that never yet had said Mass.'
“God keep you, Master: welcome!
A son was bom you last night:
You are but one and twenty,
and we will christen him right.”
Then up and answered the Master-
mark well what he must say-
“Bid me not that, good father!
It boots not, I cannot stay.
I ride to answer a summons,
the King my brother’s claim.”
I spurred my mule through the gateway
and into Seville I came.
No hangings I saw on the houses,
in the ways no tilting knight;
I tufned add sought the palace
and my brother King Peter’s sight.
When I had passed the gateway
the gates behind me swung;
They took my sword away from me
that at my side had hung;
Warnings
on the way
AND MONOGRAPHS