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Chapter 8 8

Let see, quoth he, now wha begins:

With that the foul Seven Deadly Sins

Begoud to leap at anis.

And first of all in Dance was Pride,

With hair wyld back, and bonnet on side,

Like to make vaistie wanis;[116]

And round about him, as a wheel,

Hang all in rumples to the heel

His kethat for the nanis:[117]

[016] Mony proud trumpour[118] with him trippit;

Through scalding fire, aye as they skippit

They girned with hideous granis.[119]

            
            

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