Excerpt from The Wierd Wanderer of Jutland: A Tragedy; Julia Montalban a Tale As things most dear, which from ill chance to shield, I would encounter danger in such shapes As human daring may but ill assay, Be a son's duty, it is freely paid, And Ubald still the debtor. Good my lord, Your kindness makes me bankrupt of all thanks, Save the poor service of a faithful arm To ward your rights. Sweno. And we dare trust it, Ubald, Though half our honors hung on the event. To-morrow, sirs, it is our mind to hold A gorgeous tournament, and, by my knighthood, Who wins hath leave to be our daughter's suitor. Good Reynald, is thy lance as keen and strong, As when it tumbled the grim Saracen, Horseman and horse, tilting in Palestine? About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.