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In prive place, as ye me bede.	quantum ad
Forthy, madame, taketh hede	S^cteoSl
And kepe counseil, how so it stonde.	SSSt^8^
This fend, which hath this understonde, Was glad and weneth it be soth. Now herke, hereafter how she doth. She wepeth, she sorweth, she compleigneth And of sickenesse, which she feigneth, She saith, that Thaise sodeinly By night is dede, as she and I To-gider lien nigh my lorde. She was a women of recorde, And all is levee, that she saith. „ And sor to yive a more feith, Her husbonde and eke she both In blacke clothes they hem cloth. And make a great enterrement. And for the people shall be blent Of Thaise as for the remembraunce, After the real olde usaunce A tumbe of laton noble and riche With an ymage unto her liche Liggend above therupon They made and set it up anon. Her epitaphe of good assise Was write about, and in this wise It spake: 0 ye, that this beholde, Lo, here lieth she, the which was holde The fairest and the floure of alle, Whose name Thaisis men calle. The king of Tire Appollinus Her fader was, now lieth she thus. Fourtene yere she was of age,
Whan deth her toke to his viage.	Quaker ap-
Thus was this false treson hid,	£££!?•
Which afterward was wide kid, As by the tale a man shall here.