Note 511 — from the Origins To the Renaissance (continued 5)
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And, as the nurse, gets out of breath, so that he cannot speak:
... O veray God, so have I ronne! Lo, nece myn, see ye nought how I swete?
Book ii. st. 210. Says the Nurse:
Jesu, what haste! can you not stay awhile? Do you not see that I am out of breath?