But soore wepte she if oon of hem were deed,
Or if men smoot it with a yerde smerte;
And al was conscience and tendre herte.
(=But she would weep sorely if one of them was to die / Or if someone was to beat them with a switch / And pity, and a sore heart)
We get it. She obviously loves her dogs dearly. They’re, again, inappropriate objects for her affection.
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