Weiping full sair, 'Lo! quhat it is,' quod she,
'With fraward langage for to mufe and steir
Our crabbit goddis, and sa is sene on me!
My blaspheming now have I bocht full deir;
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All eirdly joy and mirth I set areir.
Allas, this day! Allas, this wofull tyde,
Quhen I began with my goddis to chyde!'
Be this was said, ane child com fra the hall
To warn Cresseid the supper was redy;