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Now sey they thus, `whan Walter is agon, |
| Thanne shal the blood of Janicle succede, |
| And been oure lord, for oother have we noon.' |
| Swiche wordes seith my peple, out of drede, |
635 | Wel oughte I of swich murmur taken heede, |
| For certeinly I drede swich sentence, |
| Though they nat pleyn speke in myn audience. |
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Now they say this: 'When Walter's dead and gone. |
| Then shall Janicula's base blood succeed |
| And be our lord, for other have we none!' |
| Such words my people say, 'tis true, indeed! |
635 | Well ought I of such murmurs to take heed; |
| For truly do I fear the populace, |
| Though they say nothing plainly to my face. |
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