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Till at the length he came Into a grove where satyrs dwelt,
Where ladies he beheld, Who had their raged fury felt,
And were with sorrow fill'd. 200
He drew his sword, and did maintain
A sharp and bloody fray, Till the ring-leader he had slain;
The rest soon fled away. This done, he asked the ladies fair, 205
Who were in silks array'd, From whence they came, and who they were.
They answered him and said :
" We are all daughters to a king,
Whom a brave Scottish knight ao
Did out of tribulation bring :
He having took his flight, Now after him we are in quest."
Saint Patrick then replies, " He is my friend, I cannot rest 215
Till I find him likewise.
" So, ladies, if you do intend
To take your lot with me, This sword of mine shall you defend
From savage cruelty." 220
The ladies freely gave consent
To travel many miles; |
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