As seyde she, and from hir hors she alighte.
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28. Hir fader hath hir in his armes nome,
And tweynty tyme he kiste his doughter swete,
And seyde, 'O dere doughter myn, wel-come!'
She seyde eek, she was fayn with him to mete,
And stood forth [mewet, mildë], and mansuete.
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But here I leve hir with hir fader dwelle,
And forth I wol of Troilus yow telle.