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    <id>578</id>
    <title>Ferg068</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>Ferg068</identifier>
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    <keywords>Vile&amp;#039; Fraudulent, Maev</keywords>
    <language>English</language>
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    <transcript>﻿CORMAC.
Deirdre, &#039;tis time that I conduct thee hence. 

DEIRDRE.
Sir, I am, sudden, faint. That cup of wine
Is still untasted. Pray thee hand it me. 

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I would but kiss my nurse and say farewell.
Now give me this refreshment. 

LEVARCAM.
She&#039;ll not thirst
More in this world ; now well past reach of harm. 

CORMAC.
Ay ; so. &#039;Twas poisoned. She has freed herself
Oh, wretched king, who now canst only hear
That all for nothing thou hast been forsworn.
Fair corpse, I&#039;ll have thee by thy husband laid.
Thou art her nurse, and thou shalt see to it. 

LEVARCAM.
Sir, I have heard a shout which I know well
&#039;Tis Fergus who approaches. Stay not here 

CORMAC.
To save a father vile and fraudulent,
I&#039;ve slain the noblest youth in all the world.
For him I fight no more. I fear to face
The grief of guileless Fergus whom I love,
More even than his wrath. I&#039;ll get me hence,
And, in the west, will seek a guardsman&#039;s pay
With Maev and Ailill, till this storm be passed. 

FERGUS.
Where are my wards, my wards that I have bailed ?
Where are my sons who had my wards in charge ?
Their danger was revealed me ere I sat.
And hot upon their track I&#039;m here, to find
Confusion, horror, blood, and treachery.
Where are my wards, the wards of Fergus, where ? 
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