So that, for constreynt of his malady
And hertly wo, thus lying al alone,
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It was a deeth for to here him grone.
Wherof astonied, my foot I gan withdrawe,
Greetly wondring what it mighte be
That he so lay, and hadde no felawe,
Ne that I coude no wight with him see;
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Wherof I hadde routhe, and eek pitè,