The fourth was open and bold:
His silence girt him like fine gold.
The fifth was ruddy and fair of face;
He held his tongue a space.
The sixth was many-coloured, but
He kept his lips well shut.
The last was like a full great moon;
He knew, but uttered not, his rune.
Il.
Now when the time was fully come
The dying man was dumb,
But with his failing hand did make
A sign: my heart doth ache.
At that the kingly man, the fourth,
Rose up and spat against the North.
Then made the dying man a sign:
My head is running like strong wine.
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