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And oother folk han wondred on the swerd, |
| That wolde percen thurgh out every thyng; |
| And fille in speche of Thelophus the kyng |
| And of Achilles with his queynte spere, |
| 240 | For he koude with it bothe heele and dere, |
| Right in swich wise as men may with the swerd, |
| Of which right now ye han youreselven herd. |
| They speken of sondry hardyng of metal, |
| And speke of medicynes therwithal, |
| 245 | And how and whanne it sholde yharded be, |
| Which is unknowe, algates unto me. |
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| And other folk did wonder on the sword |
| That had the power to pierce through anything; |
| And so they spoke of Telephus the king, |
| And of Achilles with his magic spear, |
| 240 | Wherewith he healed and hurt too, 'twould appear, |
| Even as a man might do with this new sword |
| Of which, but now, I've told and you have heard. |
| They spoke of tempering metal sundry wise, |
| And medicines therewith, which men devise, |
| 245 | And how and when such steel should hardened be; |
| Which, nevertheless, is all unknown to me. |
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