And herwithal I gan to stere,
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And he me in his feet to bere,
Til that he felte that I had hete,
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And felte eek tho myn herte bete.
And tho gan he me to disporte,
And with wordes to comforte,
And sayde twyës, '[Seynte] Marie!
Thou art noyous for to carie,