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Criseide unto that purpos lyte answerde, | |
As she that was with sorwe oppressed so | |
That, in effect, she nought his tales herde, | |
But here and there, now here a word or two. | |
180 | Hir thoughte hir sorwful herte brast a-two. |
For whan she gan hir fader fer espye, | |
Wel neigh doun of hir hors she gan to sye. |
But nathelees she thonked Diomede | |
Of al his travaile, and his goode chere, | |
185 | And that him liste his friendship hir to bede; |
And she accepteth it in good manere, | |
And wolde do fayn that is him leef and dere; | |
And trusten him she wolde, and wel she mighte, | |
As seyde she, and from hir hors she alighte. |
190 | Hir fader hath hir in his armes nome, |
And tweynty tyme he kiste his doughter swete, | |
And seyde, `O dere doughter myn, welcome!' | |
She seyde eek, she was fayn with him to mete, | |
And stood forth mewet, milde, and mansuete. | |
195 | But here I leve hir with hir fader dwelle, |
And forth I wol of Troilus yow telle. |
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