[6-text p 431]
Al youre plesance / wol I folwen fayn
But yet I hope / it be nat youre entente
That I smoklees / out of youre palays wente
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¶ Ye koude nat doon / so dishoneste a thyng
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That thilke wombe / in which youre children leye
Sholde biforn the peple / in my walkyng
Be seyn al bare / wher fore I yow preye
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Lat me / nat lyk a worm / go by the weye
Remembre yow / myn owene lord so deere
I was youre wyf / thogh I vnworthy weere
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¶ Wher fore / in gerdon of my maydenhede
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Which þat I broghte / and noght agayn I bere
As voucheth sauf to yeue me to my mede
But swich a smok as I was wont to were
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That I ther with / may wrye the wombe of here
That was youre wyf / and here take I my leeue
Of yow myn owene lord / lest I yow greeue
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¶ The smok quod he / that thow hast on thy bak/ [folio 186b]
Lat it be stille / and bere it forth with thee
But wel vnnethes / thilke word he spak
But wente his wey / for routhe and for pitee
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Biforn the folk / hir seluen strepeth shee
And in hir smok/ with heued & feet al bare
Toward hir fader hous / forth is she fare
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¶ The folk hir folwen / wepynge in hir weye
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And ffortune / ay they cursen as they goon
But she fro wepyng kepte hir eyen dreye
Ne in this tyme / word ne spak she noon
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Hir fader / that this tidynge herde anon
Curseth the day and tyme / þat nature
Shoope hym / to been a lyues creature
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