And seyde, 'he which that [no-thing under-taketh],
No-thing ne acheveth, be him looth or dere.'
And with an other thought hir herte quaketh;
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Than slepeth hope, and after dreed awaketh;
Now hoot, now cold; but thus, bi-twixen tweye,
She rist hir up, and went hir for to pleye.
117. Adoun the steyre anoon-right tho she wente
In-to the gardin, with hir neces three,
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