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In Surrye whilom dwelte a compaignye |
135 | Of chapmen riche, and therto sadde and trewe, |
| That wyde-where senten hir spicerye, |
| Clothes of gold, and satyns riche of hewe. |
| Hir chaffare was so thrifty and so newe |
| That every wight hath deyntee to chaffare |
140 | With hem, and eek to sellen hem hir ware. |
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| In Syria, once, there dwelt a company |
135 | Of traders rich, all sober men and true, |
| That far abroad did send their spicery, |
| And cloth of gold, and satins rich in hue; |
| Their wares were all so excellent and new |
| That everyone was eager to exchange |
140 | With them, and sell them divers things and strange, |
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