And putte ful the shryne of spycerye,
And leet the cors embaume; and forth she fette
This [dede cors], and in the shryne hit shette.
[And next the shryne a pit than doth she grave];
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And [alle the serpents] that she mighte have,
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She putte hem in that grave, and thus she seyde:
'[Now love, to whom my sorweful herte obeyde]
So ferforthly that, fro that blisful houre