That, al the whyle he bood stille in the place,
Speke coude he nat, but upon her beautè
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He loked stil, with right a pitous face.
With that, his heed he tourned at the last
For to behold the ladies everichon;
But ever in oon he set his ey stedfast
On her, the which his thought was most upon.
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And of his eyen the shot I knew anon