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Now was this Ector pitous of nature, | |
And saw that she was sorwfully bigoon, | |
115 | And that she was so fair a creature; |
Of his goodnesse he gladed hir anoon, | |
And seyde, `Lat your fadres treson goon | |
Forth with meschaunce, and ye your-self, in joye, | |
Dwelleth with us, whyl you good list, in Troye. |
120 | `And al t' honour that men may doon yow have, |
As ferforth as your fader dwelled here, | |
Ye shul han, and your body shal men save, | |
As fer as I may ought enquere or here.' | |
And she him thonked with ful humble chere, | |
125 | And ofter wolde, and it hadde ben his wille, |
And took hir leve, and hoom, and held hir stille. |
And in hir hous she abood with swich meynee | |
As to hir honour nede was to holde; | |
And whyl she was dwellinge in that citee, | |
130 | Kepte hir estat, and bothe of yonge and olde |
Ful wel beloved, and wel men of hir tolde. | |
But whether that she children hadde or noon, | |
I rede it naught; therfore I late it goon. |
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