Yet ner and ner furth in I gan me dresse
Into an halle of noble apparaile,
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With arras spred and cloth of gold, I gesse,
And other silk of esier availe:
Under the cloth of their estate, saunz faile,
The king and quene ther sat, as I beheld:
It passed joye of Helisee the feld.
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There saintes have their comming and resort,