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And yet no day without a deed to crown it.
Would I had known no more! But she must die,
She must, the saints must have her; yet a virgin, [60]
A most unspotted lily shall she pass

To th’ground, and all the world shall mourn her.

KING
O lord Archbishop,
Thou hast made me now a man; never before
This happy child did I get anything. [65]

This oracle of comfort has so pleased me
That when I am in heaven I shall desire
To see what this child does, and praise my Maker.
I thank ye all. To you, my good Lord Mayor,
And you, good brethren, I am much beholding: [70]

I have received much honour by your presence,
And ye shall find me thankful. Lead the way, lords;
Ye must all see the Queen, and she must thank ye;

She will be sick else. This day, no man think
’Has business at his house, for all shall stay: [75]
This little one shall make it Holy-day.
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