Arthur. And now wise Merlin, wisest of this earth,

Here cometh thine Arthur decked in his first glory,

So great hath been the splendor of this day

That all my heart brims with the wine of it.

Merlin. Yea King, thy horn of glory doth enlarge,

Thy sun of splendor toppeth the future’s marge,

May all bright auspices attend its setting.

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Arthur. And now wise Mage, what hath thy will with me?

I am thine Arthur even being King,

For thou hast made me, next to that weird fate

That sat about the mystery of my getting,

And the sweet fostership of Holy Church,

Which hath forgiven my great youthful sin

And set her seal of favor on my deeds.

All present splendors thou hast prophesied,

And made the people take me for their king,

Hast pointed out my fitness for this office,

And lifted Arthur from a cloud of sorrows

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