[6-text p 180]
fforgyue it me / myn owene spouse deere
Turn hiderward / and maketh bettre cheere
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¶ This Marchant saugh / ther was no remedye
And for to chide / it nere but folye
Syn 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 thy good / this yeue I thee in charge
Thus endeth my tale / and god vs sende
Taillynge ynough / vn to oure lyues ende. [6-text p 181]
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¶ Here endeth / the Shipmannes tale.
