I Will Not Wing This Fair Girl's Soul With Their Hirling Prayers

The king has given an earl's ransom to be expended in masses for thy lemon soul. But these holy brothers, the king wished, must stay and share your vigil until the morning. It is their profession, their prayerful presence can ward off the spirits of darkness weariness never sits on their eyes as it sits now on thine. Priest, i will not brook their confederate tears. I will not wing this fair girl's soul with their hirling prayers out,. My mood is wondrous short, and i would not willing do that which to morrow i might repent of. Can you look on me here in this extremity? Can you see my hacked and bleeding