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'I restore,' says my master, 'the garment I poured forth as freely as flask gives its I've worn,
And I claim of the Princess to don it in
And if for my sake she brooks penance and blame,
For its stains and its rents she should prize Do not doubt I will save her from suffering it the more, and shame;
THE SECRET TRIBUNAL From Anne of Geierstein, published in 1829.
From Chapter xx. 'Philipson could perceive that the lights proceeded from many torches, borne by men muffled in black cloaks, like mourners at a funeral, or the Black Friars of Saint Francis's Order, wearing their cowls drawn over their heads, so as to conceal their features. They appeared anxiously engaged in measuring off a portion of the apartment; and, while occupied in that employment, they sung, in the ancient German language, rhymes more rude than Philipson could well understand, but which may be imitated thus:'
MEASURERS of good and evil,
Bring the square, the line, the level, –
Blood both stone and ditch shall drench.
On life and soul, on blood and bone,
How wears the night? Doth morning
In early radiance on the Rhine?
The night is old; on Rhine's broad breast
No beams are twinkling in the east.
'Tis time we listen the behest.
Up, then, up! When day 's at rest
Tis time that such as we are watchers;