Antony is shent, and [put] him to the flighte,
And al his folk [to-go], [that best go mighte].
Fleeth eek the queen, with al her purpre sail,
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For strokes, [which that wente as thikke as hail];
No wonder was, she mighte hit nat endure.
And whan that Antony saw that aventure,
'Allas!' quod he, 'the day that I was born!
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My worshipe in this day thus have I lorn!'