Prose V.
Hic ubi continuato dolore delatraui.
Whan I hadde, with a continuel sorwe, sobbed or [borken out]
thise thinges, she with hir chere pesible, and no-thing amoeved
with my compleintes, seide thus: 'Whan I say thee,' quod she,
'sorweful and wepinge, I wiste anon that thou were a wrecche
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and exiled; but I wiste never how fer thyne exile was, yif thy
tale ne hadde shewed it to me. But certes, al be thou fer fro thy
contree, thou nart nat put out of it; but thou hast failed of thy