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For as the lomb toward his deeth is broght, |
| So stant this innocent bifore the kyng. |
| This false knyght, that hath this tresoun wroght, |
620 | Berth hir on hond that she hath doon thys thyng, |
| But nathelees, ther was greet moornyng |
| Among the peple, and seyn, they kan nat gesse |
| That she had doon so greet a wikkednesse; |
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| For as the lamb unto his death is brought, |
| So stood this innocent before the king; |
| And the false knight that had this treason wrought, |
620 | He swore that it was she had done this thing. |
| Nevertheless, there was much sorrowing |
| Among the people, saying, "We cannot gues |
| That she has done so great a wickedness. |
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