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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, |
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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. |
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