[6-text p 180]
fforgyue it me / myn owene spouse deere
Turne hiderward / and maketh bettre cheere
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¶ This Marchant saugh / ther was no remedie [folio 152a]
And for to chide / it nere but greet folie
Sith that the thyng may nat amended be
Now wyf he seyde / and I foryeue it thee
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But by thy lyf ne be namoore so large
Keepe bet oure good / that yeue I thee in charge
Thus endeth my tale / and god vs sende
Taillynge ynough / vn-to oure lyues ende Amen .
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¶ Heere endeth / the Shipmannes tale .
