| But in the same ship as he hir fond, |
800 | Hire, and hir yonge sone, and al hir geere, |
| He sholde putte, and croude hir fro the lond, |
| And chargen hir she never eft coome theere." |
| O my Custance, wel may thy goost have fere, |
| And slepynge in thy dreem been in penance, |
805 | Whan Donegild cast al this ordinance. |
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| But in the ship wherein she came to strand |
800 | She and her infant son and all her gear |
| Shall be embarked and pushed out from the land, |
| And charge her that she never again come here." |
| O Constance mine, well might your spirit fear, |
| And, sleeping, in your dream have great grievance |
805 | When Donegild arranged this ordinance. |
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