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“List, list to me, good grandam mine: I to the feast would go,Where holds the king a royal race in kingly pomp and show.”
“Thou shalt not to this feast, my son. I do not hide my fears;
Thou shalt not to this feast, I say, for thy cheek is wet with tears.
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For in thy dreams the hot tears fell like rain in wintry flow.”
“Kind mother, little mother mine, seek not thy son to keep.”
“In going thither thou shalt sing, returning thou shalt weep.”
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