[6-text p 370]
And but I be to morn / as fair to sene
Ay any lady / Emperice / or Queene
That is bitwix the Est and eek the West
Do with my lyf/ and deth / right as yow lest
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Cast vp the Curtyn / looke how þat it is
And whan the knyght say verraily al this
That she so fair was / and so yong ther-to
ffor ioye he hente hire / in his armes two
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His herte bathed / in a bath of blisse [folio 73b]
A thousand tyme a rewe / he gan hir kisse
And she obeyed hym / in euery thyng
That myghte do hym plesance / or likyng
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And thus they lyue / vn-to hir lyues ende
In parfit ioye / and Ihesu crist vs sende
Housbondes meke / yonge / and fressh a bedde
And grace / touerbyde hem that we wedde
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And eek/ I praye Ihesu shorte hir lyues
That noght wol be gouerned / by hir wyues
And olde / and angry nygardes of dispence
God sende hem soone / verray pestilence [6-text p 371]
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¶ Here endeth the Wyues tale of Bathe
