And after thaim ful fast I gan me hy.
Anone as I theim overtook, I said,
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'Hail, frendes! whider purpose ye to wend?'
'Forsooth,' quod oon that answered lich a maid,
'To Loves Court now go we, gentill frend.'
'Where is that place,' quod I, 'my felowe hend?'
'At Citheron, sir,' seid he, 'without dowte,
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The King of Love, and all his noble rowte,