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Grisilde of this, God woot, ful innocent, |
275 | That for hir shapen was al this array, |
| To fecchen water at a welle is went, |
| And cometh hoom as soone as ever she may; |
| For wel she hadde herd seyd, that thilke day |
| The markys sholde wedde, and if she myghte, |
280 | She wolde fayn han seyn som of that sighte. |
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Griselda who, God knows, was innocent |
275 | That for her sake was all this fine array, |
| To fetch some water, to a fountain went, |
| Yet she returned soon, did this lovely may, |
| For she had heard it said that on this day |
| The marquis was to wed, and if she might, |
280 | She was full fain to see the glorious sight. |
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