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“As shrifted wight the hangman stands before, in life still draining bitter draught of death, lays throat on block, and of all hope forlore, expects the blighting blow with bated breath:
So, in the Prince’s presence angry sore, Egás stood firm to keep his plighted faith: When the King, marv’elling at such wondrous truth, feels anger melt and merge in Royal ruth.