Arthur. I remember now.

    It was golden-armed Iollan, and he died

    Broken-ed,  his queen

    t is not all tale,

    For he was killed. O! O! O! O! O! O!

    For golden-armed Iollan has been killed.

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    front of Forgael.]gt;1

    Dectora. I ant.

    lt;1[he sword

    slos it fall. S her hair.

    Sakes off  upon t;1

    to lie beside he grave.

    It les. I will spread my hair,

    And erly,

    For I  he was proud and laughing,

    Blue-eyed, and a quick runner on bare feet,

    And t housand years ago.

    O; O! O! O!

    [Forgael cune.]

    But no, t is not it.

    t my feet. O! O! O! O!

    For golden-armed Iollan t I loved-

    But  t made me say I loved him?

    It   it in my ts,

    But it is true. hey run upon him,

    And beat t heir swords?

    Forgael. Do you not know me, lady? I am he

    t you are weeping for.

    Dectora. No, for he is dcad.

    O! O! O! O! for golden-armed Iollan.

    Forgael. It , but I will prove

    t the grave-diggers in a dreamy frenzy

    my golden arms.

    Listen to t lohe moon

    And you  my face and voice,

    For you ened to me playing it

    thousand years.

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    the bulwarks

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    are t there?

    ter of a sudden?

    are you calling out above t?

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