No longer hele y nille,
Al that soþe tellen y wille.
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Þou art þe þing þat y most ȝerne,
Fro þe no may mine hert terne;
Opon al oþer y loue þe,
Y no may it lete ded to be.
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Vnder heuen no þing nis,
Noiþer gode no qued y-wis,
Þat y for þe don y [so MS.; read it.] nolde,
To lete þat liif don y wolde.
Þou art mi liif, mi ded y-wis,
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Wiþouten þe haue y no blis;
Y loue þe and tow nouȝt me, [folio 109a:2]
Y dye for þe loue of þe.
Bot þou haue merci on me,
For sorwe ichil me self sle,
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For wistestow þe heuinisse,
Þe sorwe and þe sorinisse,
Þat me is on niȝt and day
(Bi trewe loue siggen ich it may)—
& tow it miȝt wiþ eyȝen se,
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Þou wost haue merci on me.'
Felice þe feir answerd þo, [C line 219]
'Artow þis, Gij, so mot þou go,
Þe steward sone Suward,
Ich wene þou art a fole musard!
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When þou of loue me hast bisauȝt,
Al to fole-hardy þou art y-tauȝt.
Wele þou holdest me for a fole;
Þou art y-tauȝt to a liþer scole,
& icham þi lordes douhter biname;
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Þan dostow him wel michel schame,
