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[And of array that ther was noon her liche],
And yit of bountee was she [two so riche],
He caste his fyry herte upon her so
That he wol have her, how so that hit go,
And with his wyles kneled and so preyde,
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Til at the laste Pandion thus seyde:—
'Now, sone,' quod he, 'that art to me so dere,
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