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And for dispeyr out of his witte he sterte,
And roof him-self anoon through-out the herte
[Er that he ferther wente out of the place].
His wyf, that coude of Cesar have no grace,
To Egipte is fled, for drede and for distresse;
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But herkneth, ye that speke of kindenesse.
Ye men, that falsly sweren many an ooth
That ye wol dye, if that your love be wrooth,