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And, when they were the herber passed by,
I drest me forth, and happed to mete anon
Right a fair lady, I you ensure;
And she cam ryding by herself aloon,
Al in whyte, with semblance ful demure.
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I salued her, and bad good aventure
†Might her befall, as I coud most humbly;
And she answered, 'My doughter, gramercy!'