And, natheles, yit cunne we
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Sende aftir hir, if nede be;
And were she nigh, she comen wolde,
I trowe that no-thing might hir holde.
'My modir is of greet prowesse;
She hath tan many a forteresse,
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That cost hath many a pound er this,
Ther I nas not present, y-wis;