As they stood talkinge together there,
The duke and the erle trulye,
Came ffor to comfort him th[e] trew Talbott,
And the noble Erle of Shrewsburye.
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‘Plucke vp thy hart, sonne Thomas, and be merry,
And let noe tydings greeve thee!
Am not I godfather to our king?
My owne god-sonne forsooth is hee.’
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