To chambre is broght with revel and with songe,
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And shortly, lest this tale be to longe,
This Lino and she ben [sone] broght to bedde;
And every wight out at the dore him spedde.
The night is wasted, and he fel a-slepe;
Ful tenderly beginneth she to wepe.
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[She rist her up, and dredfully she quaketh],
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