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Portrait of Robert Henryson Robert Henryson Chaucerian and Other Pieces — The Testament of Cresseid (1897)

However it be, unto yon lazarous
Than to us all; we knaw be his almous.'
'Quhat lord is yon?' quod sho, 'have ye na feill,
Hes don to us so greit humanitie?'
'Yes,' quod a lipper-man, 'I knaw him weill; 535
Shir Troilus it is, gentill and free.'
Quhen Cresseid understude that it was he,
Stiffer than steill thair stert ane bitter stound
Throwout hir hart, and fell doun to the ground.
Quhen sho, ourcom with syching sair and sad, 540
With mony cairfull cry and cald—'Ochane!
Now is my breist with stormy stoundis stad,
Wrappit in wo, ane wretch full will of wane'
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Portrait of Robert Henryson Robert Henryson Chaucerian and Other Pieces — The Testament of Cresseid (1897)

He swelt for wo, and fell doun in ane swoun;
For greit sorrow his hart to birst was boun. 600
Syching full sadly, said, 'I can no moir;
Sho was untrew, and wo is me thairfoir!'
Sum said, he maid ane tomb of merbell gray,
And wrait hir name and superscriptioun,
And laid it on hir grave, quhair that sho lay, 605
In goldin letteris, conteining this ressoun:—
'Lo! fair ladyis, Cresseid of Troyis toun,
Sumtyme countit the flour of womanheid,
Under this stane, late lipper, lyis deid!'
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