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To ship is brought this woful faire mayde |
| Solempnely, with every circumstance, |
| "Now Jesu Crist be with yow alle," she seyde. |
| Ther nys namoore but, "Farewel faire Custance!" |
| 320 | She peyneth hir to make good contenance, |
| And forth I lete hir saille in this manere, |
| And turne I wole agayn to my matere. |
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| To ship is brought this fair and woeful maid, |
| Full decorously, with every circumstance. |
| "Now Jesus Christ be with you all," she said; |
| And there's no more, save "Farewell, fair Constance!" |
| 320 | She strove to keep a cheerful countenance, |
| And forth I let her sail in this manner, |
| And turn again to matters far from her. |
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