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The tyme cam that resoun was to ryse; |
| And after that men daunce and drynken faste, |
| And spices al aboute the hous they caste, |
| And ful of joye and blisse is every man, - |
| 560 | Al but a squyer, highte Damyan, |
| Which carf biforn the knyght ful many a day. |
| He was so ravysshed on his lady May |
| That for the verray peyne he was ny wood. |
| Almoost he swelte and swowned ther he stood, |
| 565 | So soore hath Venus hurt hym with hire brond, |
| As that she bar it daunsynge in hire hond; |
| And to his bed he wente hym hastily. |
| Namoore of hym as at this tyme speke I, |
| But there I lete hym wepe ynogh and pleyne, |
| 570 | Til fresshe May wol rewen on his peyne. |
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| Time came when it was right that they should rise; |
| And after that men danced and drank right fast, |
| And spices all about the house they cast; |
| And full of bliss and joy was every man, |
| 560 | All but a squire, a youth called Damian, |
| Who'd carved before the knight full many a day. |
| He was so ravished by his Lady May |
| That for the very pain, as madman would, |
| Almost he fell down fainting where he stood. |
| 565 | So sore had Venus hurt him with her brand, |
| When she went dancing, bearing it in hand. |
| And to his bed he took him speedily; |
| No more of him just at this time say I. |
| I'll let him weep his fill, with woe complain, |
| 570 | Until fresh May have ruth upon his pain. |
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