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Howe þat þis blisful tiþinge was be-falle
And oþer tiþinge spedful for to seie
He takeþ þe letter and forþe he goþ his weie
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¶ This Messagier to done his auantage
Vnto þe kinges moder rideþ swyþe
And salueþ hire ful faire in his langage
Madame quod he he ȝe maye glad and bliþe
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And þonkeþ god an hundreþ þousand siþe
My lady queene haþ childe wiþ oute doute
To Ioy and blisse of al þis regne a-boute
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¶ Lo here þe lettres selede of þe tiþinge
þat .I. mote bere wiþ al þe hast .I. maie
If ȝe wille ouht vn to ȝowre sone þe kinge.
I am ȝoure seruant boþe niht and daie [folio 74a]
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Domilda anseward as nowe at þis time
Bot here al niht .I. wil þat þou take þi rest
To morwe will .I. saie what me lest
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¶ This Messagier dranke sadly ale and wyne
And stollne was his lettres priuely
Out off his box while he slepe as a swyne
And Conterfet was ful sotely
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And oþer lettres wrouht ful sinfuly.
Vnto þe kinge direct of þis matier
ffro his Constable as ȝe schal after here
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¶ The lettre spak howe þe queene deliuerd was
Of so horrible fendelyche creature
That in þe Castel none so hardy was
That any while dorst þer in endure
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The moder was an elfe be aventure
Ycome be charmes or be sorceri
And euery whitte hateþe hir company
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