It was a world to loke on her visage.
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Thus coming forth, to sit in her estat,
In her presence we kneled down echon,
Presentinge up our billes, and, wot ye what,
Ful humb[el]ly she took hem, by on and on;
When we had don, than cam they al anon,
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And did the same, eche after her manere,
Knelinge at ones, and rysinge al in-fere.