shewen first [in] the yere of her own kynde. Wel the more is the
harvest that yeldeth many graynes, tho longe and sore it hath ben
traveyled. What woldest thou demen if a man wold yeve three
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quarters of nobles of golde? That were a precious gift?'
'Ye, certes,' quod I.
'And what,' quod she, 'three quarters ful of perles?'
'Certes,' quod I, 'that were a riche gift.'
'And what,' quod she, 'of as mokel azure?'
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