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how þat þis blisful tyding is bifalle
And oþer tydynges spedful for to seye
he takeþ þe lettre and forth he goþ his weye
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¶ This messager to don his auantage/
vnto þe kinges moder rideþ swiþe
And salueth hire ful faire in his langage
Ma dame quoþ he ȝe may be glad and bliþe
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And thanke god an hundred þousand siþe
My lady queen haþ child wiþouten doute
To Ioye and blisse of alle þis regne aboute
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¶ lo here þe lettres seled of þis þing
That I mot bere with al þe haste I may
If ye wole aught vnto your sone þe king
I am your seruant boþe night and day
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Dongyld answerd as now at þis tyme nay
But heer al night I wole þou take þi rest
Tomorwe wil I seie what me lest
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¶ This messager drank sadly ale and wyn
And stolen weren his lettres priuyly
Out of his box whil he sleep as a swyn
And counterfeted was ful subtilly
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Anoþer lettre wrought ful synfully
vnto þe king direct of þis matiere
ffro his Conestable as ȝe schal after heere
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The lettre spak þe queen deliuered was
Of so horrible a feendlich creature
That in þe Castelle non so hardy was
That ony while dorste þerinne endure
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The mooder was an elf by auenture
ycome by charmes or by sorcerie
And euery wight hateþ hire companye
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