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Rh 'And what should I make wi' blazon and belt,

Wi' keep and tail and seizin and fee,

And what should I do wi' page and squire

That am a king in my own countrie?

'For I send east and I send west,

And I send far as my will may flee,

By dawn and dusk and the drinking rain,

And syne my Sendings return to me.

'They come wi' news of the groanin' earth,

They come wi' news o' the roarin' sea,

Wi' word of Spirit and Ghost and Flesh,

And man, that's mazed among the three.'

The King he bit his nether lip,

And smote his hand upon his knee:

'By the faith o' my soul, True Thomas,' he said,

'Ye waste no wit in courtesie!

'As I desire, unto my pride,

Can I make Earls by three and three,

To run before and ride behind

And serve the sons o' my body.'