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Cryinge, 'Allas, and welaway!'
The whiche Anchises in his honde
Bar the goddes of the londe,
Thilke that unbrende were.
And I saw next, in alle [this] fere,
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How Creusa, daun Eneas wyf,
Which that he lovede as his lyf,
And hir yonge sone [Iulo],