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XLII
[Who hath herd of suche crueltye before?]
Who hath herd of suche crueltye before?That when my
plaint 
remembred her my woo
That caused it, she cruell more and more
Wisshed eche stitche, as she did sit and soo,
Had prykt myn hert, for to encrese my sore;
And, as I thinck, she thought it had ben so:
For as she thought this is his hert in dede,
She pricked herd and made her self to blede.
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