1. My wildness offended that it should be angry over hurt,
But that my Master should submit to degradation.

2. So your view of slaying me with your pardon is bounteous,
For you give life to noble deeds by such death.

3. Yet your displeasure at me has passed away,
As though you were striking with a blunted sword.

4. And I have no argument for attaining your pardon,
Nay, in my hand is what is in your hand of grace.