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| 750 | The rude peple, as it no wonder is, |  |  | Wenden ful wel that it hadde be right so; |  |  | But whan thise tidynges cam to Grisildis, |  |  | I deeme that hir herte was ful wo. |  |  | But she, ylike sad for everemo, |  | 755 | Disposed was, this humble creature, |  |  | The adversitee of Fortune al t'endure, |  | 
| 750 | The ignorant people, as no wonder is, |  |  | Supposed of course that things were even so; |  |  | But when Griselda's ears caught word of this, |  |  | I judge that then her heart was filled with woe. |  |  | But she, for ever steadfast, still did show |  | 755 | Herself disposed, this humble meek creature, |  |  | The adversity of Fortune to endure. |  |