Døden taler til Bæginen,
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Saare mørck oc meget trang. Bæginen suarer.Min fader nødde mig i Kloster fra sig, Døden suarer.Kom lad mig icke met dig trette, |
Death speaks to the Beguine(1),
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… very dark and very narrow. The Beguine AnswersMy father pressed me into convent, Death answers.Come, don't let me quarrel with you. |
Both pages are missing from Copenhagen's Dance of Death, so the text has been taken from Dødedantz. The picture of the beguine is from Des dodes dantz.
Footnotes: (1) (2)