Ah! Sweet enemy of my desire br Plunge thy blade within my craven heart br Knowing that thou playest well thy part br To rid this world of evil lust. Sire, br But first I’d have thee know the full truth. br My innocent e’en beheld her form br Was seduced, like her, before the dawn, br She beguiled by my comely youth. br We were children, knowing not control, br Take my life but mar her beauty not. br Why sheath thy sword? Is this some strange plot? br Blessed sire and thy forgiving soul. br br The younger daughter be passing fair. br Mine, before I leave, if I take care.