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And I claim of the Princess to don it in

wine:

And if for my sake she brooks penance and blame,

turn,

For its stains and its rents she should prize Do not doubt I will save her from suffering it the more, and shame;

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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, –
Rear the altar, dig the trench,

Blood both stone and ditch shall drench.
Cubits six, from end to end,
Must the fatal bench extend;
Cubits six, from side to side,
Judge and culprit must divide.
On the east the Court assembles,
On the west the Accused trembles:
Answer, brethren, all and one,
Is the ritual rightly done?

On life and soul, on blood and bone,
One for all, and all for one,
We warrant this is rightly done.

How wears the night? Doth morning

shine

In early radiance on the Rhine?
What music floats upon his tide?
Do birds the tardy morning chide?
Brethren, look out from hill and height,
And answer true, how wears the night?

The night is old; on Rhine's broad breast
Glance drowsy stars which long to rest.

No beams are twinkling in the east.
There is a voice upon the flood,
The stern still call of blood for blood;

'Tis time we listen the behest.

Up, then, up! When day 's at rest

Tis time that such as we are watchers;

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