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The mooder of the Sowdan, welle of vices, |
| Espied hath hir sones pleyne entente, |
325 | How he wol lete hise olde sacrifices, |
| And right anon she for hir conseil sente, |
| And they been come, to knowe what she mente, |
| And whan assembled was this folk in-feere, |
| She sette hir doun, and seyde as ye shal heere. |
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| The mother of the sultan, well of vices, |
| Has heard the news of her son's full intent, |
325 | How he will leave the ancient sacrifices; |
| And she at once for her own council sent; |
| And so they came to learn what thing she meant. |
| And when they were assembled, each compeer, |
| She took her seat and spoke as you shall hear. |
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