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The day of weddyng cam, but no wight kan |
| Telle what womman that it sholde be, |
| For which merveille wondred many a man, |
| And seyden, whan that they were in privetee, |
250 | "Wol nat oure lord yet leve his vanytee? |
| Wol he nat wedde? Allas, allas, the while! |
| Why wole he thus hymself and us bigile?" |
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The day of wedding came, but no one can |
| Tell who the woman is that bride shall be; |
| At which strange thing they wondered, many a man, |
| And they said, marvelling, in privacy: |
250 | "Will not our lord yet leave his vanity? |
| Will he not wed? Alas, alas, the while! |
| Why will he thus himself and us beguile?" |
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