He wente him hoom, with-outen any more.
172. This hope al clene out of his herte fledde,
He nath wher-on now lenger for to honge;
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But for the peyne him thoughte his herte bledde,
So were his throwes sharpe and wonder stronge.
For when he saugh that she abood so longe,
He niste what he iuggen of it mighte,
Sin she hath broken that she him bihighte.
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