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Upon Grisilde, this povre creature, |
| Ful ofte sithe this markys caste his ye, |
| As he on huntyng rood paraventure. |
235 | And whan it fil that he myghte hire espye, |
| He noght with wantowne lookyng of folye |
| His eyen caste on hir, but in sad wyse, |
| Upon hir chiere he wolde hym ofte avyse, |
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Upon Griselda, humble daughter pure, |
| The marquis oft had looked in passing by, |
| As he a-hunting rode at adventure; |
235 | And when it chanced that her he did espy, |
| Not with the glances of a wanton eye |
| He gazed at her, but all in sober guise, |
| And pondered on her deeply in this wise: |
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