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When as this knight nigh to the Ladie drew, With lovely court he gan her entertaine; But when he heard her answeres loth, he knew Some secret sorrow did her heart distraine: Which to allay, and calme her storming paine, Faire feeling words he wisely gan display, And for her humour° fitting purpose faine, To tempt the cause it selfe for to bewray; Wherewith emmov'd, these bleeding words she gan to say.