Than desolait sho walkit up and doun,
And, sum men sayis, into the court commoun.
O fair Cresseid! the flour and A-per-se
Of Troy and Grece, how was thou fortunait,
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To change in filth all thy feminitee,
And be with fleshly lust sa maculait,
And go amang the Greikis air and lait
Sa giglot-lyk, takand thy foull plesance!
I have pity thee suld fall sic mischance!