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And of ȝour newe wif. god of his grace
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So graunte ȝow. wele and prosperite
For I wol gladly ȝelden hir my place
I which þat I was blisful wont to be
For sith it liketh ȝow my lord quod sche
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That whilom were al myn hertes reste
That I schal gon. I wil go whan ȝow leste
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But þer as ȝe profre me such dowayre /
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As I ferst brought. it is wel in my mynde
It were my wrecchid cloþes no þing faire
Þe whiche to me were hard now for to fynde
O goode god. how gentil and how kynde
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Ȝe semed by ȝour speche and ȝour visage
That day þat maked was our mariage
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But soþ is sayd algate I fynd it trewe /
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For in effect. it/ proued is on me
loue is nought old. as whan þat it is newe/
But certes lord for noon aduersite /
To deyen in þe caas it schal not be /
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Þat euer in word or werk I schal repente
That I ȝow ȝaf myn hert in hol entente [folio 128a]
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My lord ȝe wot þat in my fadres place
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Ȝe dede me strippe out of my pore wede
And richely me cladden of ȝour grace
To ȝow brought I nought elles out of drede
But faith and mekenes and maydenhede /
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And her agayn my cloþyng I restore
And eek my weddyng ryng for euermore
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The remenant of ȝour jewels redy be /
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wiþin ȝour chambur dore dar I saufly sayn
Naked out of my fadres hous quod sche /
I com and naked moot I torne agayn
