Ther he [bishet], sin midnight, was in mewe,
87. Unwist of every wight but of Pandare?
But to the poynt; now whan she was y-come
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With alle Ioye, and alle frendes fare,
Hir eem anoon in armes hath hir nome,
And after to the souper, alle and some,
Whan tyme was, ful softe they hem sette;
God wot, ther was no deyntee [for to fette].
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