Now to theffect, now to the fruit of al,
[Why I have told this story, and tellen shal].
Thus I beginne; hit fil, upon a night,
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When that the mone up-reysed had [her] light,
This noble quene un-to her reste wente;
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She syketh sore, and gan her-self turmente.
She waketh, walweth, maketh many a [brayd],
As doon thise loveres, as I have herd sayd.