He seyde how she was fro this world y-fare!
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168. So after that he longe hadde hir compleyned,
His hondes wrong, and seyde that was to seye,
And with his teres salte hir brest bireyned,
He gan tho teris wypen of ful dreye,
[And pitously gan] for the soule preye,
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And seyde, 'O lord, that set art in thy trone,
Rewe eek on me, for I shal folwe hir sone!'