CCLXXI.

Such was the end of Aude the beautiful. The King, in hope 'tis but a swoon, with tears And pity taking both her hands, uplifts Her form; the head upon the shoulders sinks. As soon as Carle knows it is death indeed, Four countesses he summons, bids them bear In haste the Lady to a nunnery.---- All night they watched the body, and at morn Beside a shrine gently she was entombed With highest honors by the King's command. Aoi.