Bid me, child, & y wole goo;
Praiedist me neuere, but y forgaue,
Quia amore langueo.
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Moder of mercy y was for þee made:
Who nediþ mercy but þou a-loone?
To ȝeue grace & merci y am more glade
Þan þou to aske; whi nyst þou noon?
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¶ Whanne seide y nay? tel me to whom! [page 6]
Neuere ȝit to freend ne foo!
Whanne þou askist not, þan make y moon,
Quia amore langueo.
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O wrecche, in þis world y loke on þee
Whanne y se þee trespase day bi daye,
Wiþ leccheri aȝen my chastite,
With pride aȝen my meeke a-ray.
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¶ My loue abidiþ þee; yra is a-way;
Mi loue þee calliþ, & þou stelist me fro;
Ȝit sue to me, synner, y þee pray,
Quia amore langueo!
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My sone was outlawid for þi synne,
His body was beten for þi trespase,
Ȝit prickiþ it myn herte þat so nyȝ my kynne
Þat so schulde be disesid, a sone, a-las!
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¶ Mi sone is þi fader, his moder y was,
He soukide my pappis; he loued þee so,
He is deed for þee; myn herte þou has,
Quia amore langueo.
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¶ My sonë deedë for þi loue, [page 7]
His herte was persid with a spere
To bringe þi soule to heuene a-boue,
For þi loue so diede he here.
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