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How goes the night?
It’s at its height.
In royal court a hundred torches blaze bright.
Before my lords appear,
Their ringing bells I’ll hear.
How goes the night?
It’s passed its height.
In royal court the torches shed a lambent light.
Before my lords appear,
Their tinkling bells will come near.
How goes the night?
Morning is near.
In royal court is blown out torches’light.
Now all my lords appear;
I see their banners from here.