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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.