An he for spouse do take thee, gladden thee full well he may."
"Brother loved full dearly, wherefore dost counsel it?
To mourn and weep forever doth better me befit.
How may I 'mid warriors appear in royal state?
Was ever fair my body, of beauty now 'tis desolate."
Then spake the Lady Ute her daughter dear unto:
"The thing thy brother counsels, my loving child, that do.
By thy friends be guided, then with thee well 'twill be.
Long time it now hath grieved me thee thus disconsolate to see."
Then prayed she God with fervor that he might her provide
With store of gold and silver and raiment rich beside,
As erstwhile when her husband did live a stately thane:
Since then so happy hour never had she known again.
In her own bosom thought she: "An shall I not deny
My body to a heathe
