'Allas!' quod she, 'father, my mirth is gon!'
'How sa?' quod he; and sho can all expone,
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As I have tauld, the vengeance and the wrak,
For hir trespas, Cupide on hir coud tak.
He luikit on hir ugly lipper face,
The quhilk befor was quhyte as lilly-flour;
Wringand his handis, oftymes he said, Allas!
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That he had levit to see that wofull hour!