And gan anon, so softely as I coude,
Among the busshes me prively to shroude;
If that I mighte in any wyse espye
What was the cause of his deedly wo,
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Or why that he so pitously gan crye
On his fortune, and on his ure also;
With al my might I layde an ere to,
Every word to marke, what he seyde,
Out of his swough among as he abrayde.