88. And after souper gonnen they to ryse,
At ese wel, with hertes fresshe and glade,
And wel was him that coude best devyse
To lyken hir, or that hir laughen made.
He song; she pleyde; he tolde tale of [Wade].
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But at the laste, as every thing hath ende,
She took hir leve, and nedes wolde wende.
[89]. But O, Fortune, executrice of wierdes,
O influences of thise hevenes hye!