As they were of estaat, ful curteisly;
†Ne nat a word was spoken in the place
†The mountance of a [furlong-wey] of space.
I kneling by this flour, in good entente
†Abood, to knowen what this peple mente,
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†As stille as any stoon; til at the laste,
This god of love on me his eyen caste,
And seyde, 'who kneleth ther'? and I answerde
Unto his asking, whan that I hit herde,