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CHILD.

O lady, lay your costly robes aside, No longer may you glory in your pride.

MOTHER.

Wherefore to-day art singing in mine ear Sad songs, were made so long ago, my dear? This day I am to be a bride, you know, Why sing sad songs, were made so long ago?

CHILD.

O Mother, lay your costly robes aside, For you may never be another’s bride. That line I learn’d not in the old sad song.

MOTHER.

I pray thee, pretty one, now hold thy tongue, Play with the bride-maids, and be glad, my boy, For thou shalt be a second father’s joy.

CHILD.

One father fondled me upon his knee, One father is enough, alone, for me.