And loke, sire, at oure pilgrime,
þat ȝe han fed in long tyme,
wher he beo quik or dede.
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'Ȝif he be ded þat was so meke,
he is þat mon þat þei seke,
i wot, with-outen drede.
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He was a mon of holy lif,
of him com neiþer cheste ne strif,
ne vuel word ne dede.'
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