Now kepe it close,' quod she, 'this hardely.
Well, all is well! Now shall ye seen,' she seid,
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'The feirest lady under son that is:
Come on with me, demene you liche a maid,
With shamefast dred, for ye shall spede, y-wis,
With her that is the mir[th] and joy and blis:
But sumwhat straunge and sad of her demene
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She is, be ware your countenaunce be sene,