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Thus pleyned Dorigene a day or tweye, |
| 750 | Purposynge evere that she wolde deye. |
| But nathelees, upon the thridde nyght |
| Hoom cam Arveragus, this worthy knyght, |
| And asked hir why that she weep so soore. |
| And she gan wepen ever lenger the moore. |
| 755 | "Allas!" quod she, "that evere I was born. |
| Thus have I seyd," quod she, "thus have I sworn" - |
| And toold hym al as ye han herd bifore, |
| It nedeth nat reherce it yow namoore. |
| This housbonde with glad chiere in freendly wyse |
| 760 | Answerde and seyde, as I shal yow devyse, |
| "Is ther oght elles, Dorigen, but this?" |
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| Thus Dorigen went on a day or so, |
| 750 | Purposing ever that to death she'd go. |
| But notwithstanding, upon the third night |
| Home came Arviragus, this worthy knight, |
| And asked her why it was she wept so sore. |
| And thereat she began to weep the more. |
| 755 | "Alas!" cried she, "that ever I was born! |
| Thus have I said," quoth she, "thus have I sworn" - |
| And told him all, as you have heard before; |
| It needs not to re-tell it to you more. |
| This husband, with glad cheer, in friendly wise, |
| 760 | Answered and said as I shall you apprise: |
| "Is there naught else, my Dorigen, than this?" |
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