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    <title>Ferg044</title>
    <updated>Monday, June 27, 2016 - 16:12</updated>
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    <collections>Deirdre</collections>
    <contributor>Linen Hall Library</contributor>
    <coverage>1880</coverage>
    <creator>Linen Hall Library</creator>
    <date>Thursday, February 4, 2016</date>
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    <identifier>Ferg044</identifier>
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    <keywords>Desires, Sceptre, Nature</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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DEIRDRE. 

What warrant did false Conor ever allow
To stand between him and his own desires ?
Thou deem&#039;dst his sureties good when in thy place
Thou sett&#039;st him for a year, and thought he&#039;d yield
The loaned dominion when the time was out.
Thou hadst the sighs of Nessa and his oath
For surety then ; but when the day was come
To yield thee back the sceptre, robe, and crown.
He king&#039;d it still ; and rates thee, ever since,
His valiant subject and good stepfather. 

NAISI.
Injurious Deirdre, thou art beautiful,
But hast a bitter and unguarded tongue.
Fergus allowed young Conor to retain
The sovereignty he lent him, not because
Conor demanded, but himself so will&#039;d.
For who would fill a royal judgment-seat
Must study close the law&#039;s intricacies,
And leave delights untasted, Fergus loves
Better than balancing litigious scales.
And hearing false oaths bear the jargon out
Of wrangling pleaders. Nature him has framed 
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