human
I sent for thee, thou man of God, To watch with me to-night; My boy still liveth, by the rood, Nor shall be funeral rite!-- But, Hermit, come: this is the room: There lies the Knight!
gpt
Daughter mine, hast thou done the deed? I gave thee the venom, I gave thee the spell, A jealous heart might use them well. But she waved her white arms and only said,
human
On oaken bier is Miolan laid!
gpt
Dead! laughed the Knight.
human
Then round Pilate's Peak Let the red light burn and the eagle shriek. When Miolan? heir lies on the bier, Low is the only lance I fear: I ride, I ride to win my Bride, Ho, Eblis, to thy servant's side. Thou hast sworn no foe Shall lay me low Till the dead in arms against me ride!