| Now was this Ector pitous of nature, |
| And saw that she was sorwfully bigoon, |
| 115 | And that she was so fair a creature; |
| Of his goodnesse he gladed hir anoon, |
| And seyde, `Lat your fadres treson goon |
| Forth with meschaunce, and ye your-self, in joye, |
| Dwelleth with us, whyl you good list, in Troye. |
| 120 | `And al t' honour that men may doon yow have, |
| As ferforth as your fader dwelled here, |
| Ye shul han, and your body shal men save, |
| As fer as I may ought enquere or here.' |
| And she him thonked with ful humble chere, |
| 125 | And ofter wolde, and it hadde ben his wille, |
| And took hir leve, and hoom, and held hir stille. |
| And in hir hous she abood with swich meynee |
| As to hir honour nede was to holde; |
| And whyl she was dwellinge in that citee, |
| 130 | Kepte hir estat, and bothe of yonge and olde |
| Ful wel beloved, and wel men of hir tolde. |
| But whether that she children hadde or noon, |
| I rede it naught; therfore I late it goon. |
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