260 |
The day is comen of hir departynge, |
| I seye, the woful day fatal is come, |
| That ther may be no lenger tariynge, |
| But forthward they hem dressen, alle and some. |
| Custance, that was with sorwe al overcome, |
265 | Ful pale arist, and dresseth hir to wende, |
| For wel she seeth ther is noon oother ende. |
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260 | The day is come, at last, for leave-taking, |
| I say, the woeful, fatal day is come, |
| When there may be no longer tarrying, |
| But to go forth make ready all and some; |
| Constance, who was with sorrow overcome, |
265 | Rose, sad and pale, and dressed herself to wend; |
| For well she saw there was no other end. |
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