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4 the bedel cried out with all his might: O ye people, kynreddes and tunges, to you be it sayde:
5 that when ye heare the noyse of the trompettes, which shalbe blowen, with the harpes, shawmes, Psalteries, Symphonies and all maner of Musick: ye fall downe and worshippe the golden Image, that Nabuchodonosor the kynge hath set vp.
6 Whoso then falleth not downe & boweth him selfe, shall euen the same houre be cast into an hote burnynge ouen.
7 Therfore, when all the folcke herde the noyse of the trompettes that were blowen, with the harpes, shawmes, Psalteries, Symphonies and all kynde of Melody, then all the people, kynreddes and nacyons fell downe, and bowed them selues vnto the golden Image, that Nabuchodonosor the kynge had set vp.