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Herode tha raged as he were woode, As he were wode of this tydynge, And sent for all his scrybes sure, Yet wolde he not trust the scrypture,
Nor of theyr councellynge.
Than this was the conclusyon,
The conclusyon of his councell, To sende vnto his knyghtes anone To sle the chylderne euerychone
In Israeli. This cruell kynge this tyranny, This tyranny dyd put in vre, Bytwene a day and yeres too AH men chylderne he dyd sloo,
Of Cryst for to be sure.
Yet Herode myssed his cruell pray,
His cruell pray, as was goddes wyll, Joseph with Mary than dyd fie, With Chryst to Egypt gone was she,
From Israeli. All this whyle this tyrantes,
This tyrantes wolde not couert, But innocentes yonge That lay sokynge,
They thryst to the lierte. |
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