And thy lady, wher-so she be, y-wis,
This Diomede hir herte hath, and she his.
Weep if thou wolt, or [leef]; for, out of doute,
This Diomede is inne, and thou art oute.'
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218. 'Thou seyst nat sooth,' quod he, 'thou sorceresse,
With al thy false goost of prophesye!
Thou wenest been a greet devyneresse;
Now [seestow] not this fool of fantasye
Peyneth hir on ladyes for to lye?