And to the tree she goth a ful good pas,
For [love made her so hardy] in this cas;
And by the welle adoun [she gan her dresse].
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Allas! than comth a wilde leonesse
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Out of the wode, withouten more areste,
With blody mouthe, of strangling of a beste,
To drinken of the welle, ther as she sat;
And, whan that Tisbe had espyed that,