How that this blisful tidyng is bifalle
And othere tidynges / spedeful for to seye
He taketh the lettre / and forth he gooth his weye
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¶ This Messager / to doon his auantage
Vn to the kynges mooder rideth swithe
And salueth hire ful faire in his langage
Madame quod he / ye may be glad and blithe
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And thanketh god / an hundred thousand sithe
My lady queene / hath child with outen doute
To ioye and blisse / to al this regne aboute
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Lo heere the lettres / seled of this thyng
That I moot bere / with al the haste I may
If ye wol aught vn to youre sone the kyng/
I am youre seruant bothe nyght and day
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Donegild answerde / as now at this tyme nay
But heere al nyght / I wol thou take thy reste
To-morwe / wol I seye thee / what me leste
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¶ This Messager / drank sadly ale and wyn [folio 62a]
And stolen were hise lettres pryuely
Out of his box / whil he sleep as a swyn
And countrefeted was ful subtilly
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Another lettre / wroght ful synfully
Vn to the kyng direct of this mateere
ffro his Constable / as ye shal after heere
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The lettre spak the queene deliuered was
Of so horrible a feendly creature
That in the Castel / noon so hardy was
That any while / dorste ther endure
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The mooder was an Elf by auenture
Ycomen / by charmes / or by sorcerie
And euerich / hateth hir compaignye
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