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    <id>573</id>
    <title>Ferg063</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>Ferg063</identifier>
    <itemdescription>Manuscript</itemdescription>
    <keywords>Private, Betray, Poisoned</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <transcript>﻿And we, as sons and lawful deputies
Of his great surety, Fergus son of Roy,
Are answerable for him. 

PURSUIVANT.
Yield him up. 

BUINO.
We will not yield him. There I plant the spear
Of Fergus. Pass it, and I strike thee dead. 

PURSUIVANT.
Buino, a message for thy private ear 

BUINO.
Deliver it without. I follow thee. 

DEIRDRE.
It is the confirmation of the grant
That bribes him to betray us. 

ILLAN.
Oh, no, no !
If that were possible, I&#039;d die of shame. 

NAISI.
Await him : he&#039;ll return. 

DEIRDRE.
Oh trustful breast,
Incapable of comprehending guile.
As is the goblet of true crystal stone
To hold the poisoned draught that shivers it.
Would I could bear thy heart-break, now at hand 1 

AINLE.
He comes not back. Sir, shall we take our arms ? 

NAISI.
What, Ulan, wouldst thou that we deem ourselves
Discharged the duty to rely on thee ? 

ILLAN.
Not while I live, and these, my father&#039;s men,
Are here to make the pledge of Fergus good. 

NAISI.
The move is with thee, Ardan. Play again. 
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