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With his shippes gan to sayle
Toward the contree of Itaile,
As streight as that they mighte go.
[Ther saw I thee], cruel Iuno,
That art daun Iupiteres wyf,
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That hast y-hated, al thy lyf,
Al the Troyanisshe blood,
Renne and crye, as thou were wood,