1030 |
"Grisilde," quod he, as it were in his pley, |
| "How liketh thee my wyf and hir beautee?" |
| "Right wel," quod she, "my lord, for in good fey |
| A fairer saugh I nevere noon than she. |
| I prey to God yeve hir prosperitee, |
1035 | And so hope I that he wol to yow sende |
| Plesance ynogh unto youre lyves ende. |
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1030 |
"Griselda," said he, as it were in play, |
| "How like you my new wife and her beauty?" |
| "Right well," said she, "my lord, for by my fay |
| A fairer saw I never than is she. |
| I pray that God give her prosperity; |
1035 | And so I hope that to you both He'll send |
| Great happiness until your lives shall end. |
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