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       Arryved been this Cristen folk to londe, |  
 | In Surrye, with a greet solempne route, |  
 | And hastifliche this Sowdan sente his sonde |  
 | First to his mooder and all the regne aboute, |  
| 390 | And seyde his wyf was comen, oute of doute, |  
 | And preyde hir for to ryde agayn the queene, |  
 | The honour of his regne to susteene. |   
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 |        Arrived now are these Christian folk at land, |  
 | In Syria, with a great stately rout, |  
 | And hastily this sultan gave command, |  
 | First to his mother and all the realm about, |  
| 390 | Saying his wife has come, beyond a doubt, |  
 | And prayed her that she ride to meet the queen, |  
 | That all due honour might be shown and seen. |   
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