A endurer, to tel you in wordës few,
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With grete letters, the better I hem knew.
Thus as we stode, a dore opened anon;
A gentilwoman, semely of stature,
Beringe a mace, cam out, her-selfe aloon;
Sothly, me thought, a goodly crëature!
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She spak nothing to lowde, I you ensure,
Nor hastily, but with goodly warning: