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Sir, note this that I will say;
By Satan I hold no such thing;
Peace now, lords, for Godis head,
By Mahound, lords, I have good will
Lo, sirs, this word is there said,
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THE MASQUE OF QUEEN BERSABE.
primus miles.
That Lord who maketh corn with hay
And morrows each of yesterday,
He hath you in his hand.
secundus miles. (Paganus quidam).
For if wine swell within a king
Whose ears for drink are hot and ring,
The same shall dream of wine-bibbing
Whilst he can lie or stand.
queen bersabe.
Ye chirk as starlings that be fed
And gape as fishes newly dead;
The devil put your bones to bed,
Lo, this is all to say.
secundus miles.
This devil's bird to wring and spill;
For now meseems our game goes ill,
Ye have scant hearts to play.
tertius miles.
That Urias the knight is dead
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