| But they, converted at hir wise loore, |
415 | Wepten ful soore, and yaven ful credence |
| Unto hire word, and cryden moore and moore, |
| "Crist, Goddes sone, withouten difference, |
| Is verray God - this is al oure sentence - |
| That hath so good a servant hym to serve. |
420 | This with o voys we trowen, thogh we sterve." |
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| But since they were converted by her lore, |
415 | They wept, and to a full belief they came |
| In what she said, and cried out more and more, |
| "O Christ, God's Son, whose substance is the same, |
| Thou'rt very God, and blessed be thy name, |
| Who hast so good a servant thee to serve; |
420 | This with one voice we say, nor will we swerve." |
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