(26)
Sith that thi sone and thu of one accorde
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Be vearili, (as reason is that ye be),
I, that for dreed vnnethe kan speke a worde,
But tremble as doth a leef vpon a tree,
Thu, ladi ful of merci and piete,
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Now must thu be myne helpe and myne socoure
Of refute, in this áuentóurës howre! [folio 11]
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(27)
For, but thu wilt my causë [now] defende
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A-geyn[ës] him wich is thyne enemy,
that redi is, to greve and to offende
Bothe the, and allë that wolde hertely
The servë, and thi blisful sone also,
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he will hem castë in-to hellë dike,
And berith me an hande þat I am him like.
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(28)
I ám like, now that I haue done a-mys,
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Eternal deth deserued with my dede;
But, gracïous queen[ë] of heuene blisse,
Thu be myne helpe and counfort in this nede,
But I recordë—and this is my dreed,—
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That wonder sympillë [? synfullye] I have the served,
So that I haue no thing of the deserved.
(29)
And nought for-thi, thes burdon is my trest,
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In wich I have my solace & my disport;
Of [? On] this pomel will I my self[ë] rest,
That specially to me geuith gret counfort;
My febill gost it helpith to support,
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That is, thi selfë, moder, maide and wiffe,
The sustenaunce and solace of my liffe.
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(30)
And I schal neuere trowë ne suppose,
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Sithe he, the wich of merci is the welle,
Within thi sidës wold him selfë close,
Right as thi childe, in veari flesch & falle,
That he schuld lete the foulë feend of helle
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