And at the laste, unto her suster Anne
She made her moon, and right thus spak she thanne.
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'[Now, dere suster myn, what may hit be]
That me agasteth in my dreme?' quod she.
'This ilke Troyan is so in my thoght,
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For that me thinketh he is so wel y-wroght,
[And eek so lykly for to be a man],
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