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This is my wyf quod he þat stondith heere
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honoureth hir and loueth hir I ȝow pray [folio 121b]
who so me loueth þer is no more to say
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And for þat no þing of hir olde gere
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Sche schulde brynge vnto his hous he bad
That wommen schuld despoilen hir right þere
Of which þese ladyes were nought ful glad
To handle hir cloþes wher-in sche was clad
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But natheles þis mayde bright of hew
Fro foot to heed þay schredde han al newe
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Hir heeres han þay kempt þat lay vntressed
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Ful rudely and with hir fyngres smale
A coroun on hir heed þay han I-dressed
And set hir ful of nowches gret and smale
Of hir array what schuld I make a tale /
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Vnnethe þe poeple hir knew for hir fairnesse /
whan sche translated was in such richesse /
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This marquis haþ hir spoused with a ryng
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Brought for þe same cause and þan hir sette
vpon an hors snow-whyt and wel amblyng
And to his palys er he lenger lette
with ioyful poeple þat hir ladde and mette
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Conueyed hire and þus þe day þay spende
In reuel til þe sonne gan descende
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And schortly þis tale for to chace
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I say þat to þis newe marquisesse
God hath schewed fauour and sent hir of his grace
That it semyd not by liklynesse
That sche was born and fed in rudenesse
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As in a cote or in an Oxe stalle
But norischt in an emperoures halle
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