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PATIENT GRISSEL. 211 |
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And which did make their mothers heart full glad. ro
Great royal feasting was at the childrens christ-'ning,
And princely triumph made; Six weeks together, all nobles that came thither
"Were entertain'd and staid. And when that these pleasant sportings quite were done, «
The marquess a messenger sent For his young daughter and his pretty smiling son,
Declaring his full intent, How that the babes must murthered be, For so the marquess did decree. «o
" Come, let me have the children," he said: With that fair Grissel wept full sore, She wrung her hands, and said no more ;
" My gracious lord must have his will obey'd."
She took the babies from the nursing-ladies, w
Between her tender arms ; She often wishes, with many sorrowful kisses,
That she might help their harms. " Farewel," quoth she, " my children dear;
Never shall I see you again; so
'Tis long of me, your sad and woful mother dear,
For whose sake you must be slain. Had I been born of royal race, You might have liv'd in happy case; |
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