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THE MASQUE OF QUEEN BERSABE.

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Shed out of it to left and right;
This bitter sin from that sweet sight
⁠Between us twain began.

nathan.

Now, sir, be merry anon,

For ye shall have a full wise son,
Goodly and great of flesh and bone;
There shall no king be such an one,
⁠I swear by Godis rood.
Therefore, lord, be merry here,
And go to meat withouten fear,
And hear a mass with goodly cheer;
For to all folk ye shall be dear,
⁠And all folk of your blood.

Et tunc dicant Laudamus.

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