Cryseyda gan al his chere aspyen,
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And leet so softe it in hir herte sinke,
That to hir-self she seyde, 'who yaf me [drinke]?'
94. For of hir owene thought she wex al reed,
Remembringe hir right thus, 'lo, this is he
Which that myn uncle swereth he moot be deed,
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But I on him have mercy and pitee;'
And with that thought, for [pure a-shamed], she