Stanzas 181 through 190
His goodly manere, and his gentilesse,
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So wel that neuere, sith that she was born,
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Ne hadde she swych routh of his destresse;
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And how so she hath hard ben here byforn,
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To god hope I she hath now kaught a thorn,
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She shal nat pulle it out this nexte wyke --
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God sende mo swich thornes on to pike.
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Pandare, which that stood hire faste by,
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ffelte iren hoot and he bygan to smyte,
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And seyde, "Nece, I pray ȝow hertely,
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Tel me that I shal axen ȝow a lite:
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A womman that were of his deth to wite,
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With-outen his gilt, but for hire lakked routhe,
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Were it wel doon?" Quod she, "nay, by my trouthe."
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"God help me so," quod he, "ȝe sey me soth.
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Ȝe felen wel ȝoure self that I nought lye.
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Lo, ȝond he rit!" "ȝe," quod she, "so he doth."
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"Wel," quod Pandare, "as I haue told ȝow thrie,
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Lat be ȝoure nyce shame and ȝoure folie,
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And spek with hym in esyng of his herte;
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Lat nycete nat do ȝow bothe smerte."
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