Ac for þi loue ich haue al wrouȝt:
For his loue dede y neuer nouȝt.
Iesu amende mi fare!
Þerfore ich wot þat icham lorn:
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Allas þe time þat y was born!
Of blis icham al bare.
¶ Bot god is curteys & hende,
& so dere he haþ bouȝt mankende,
For noþing wil hem lete.
For his loue ichil now wende
Barfot to mi liues ende,
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Mine sinnes for to bete,
Þat whore so y lye aniȝt
Y schal neuer be seyn wiþ siȝt
Bi way no bi strete.
Of alle þe dedes y may do wel
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God graunt þe, lef, þat haluendel
And Marie, his moder swete.'
¶ Þan stode þat hende leuedi stille, [C line 7185]
& in hir hert hir liked ille,
& gan to wepe anon.
'Leman,' sche seyd, 'what is þi wille?
Y-wis, þi speche wil me spille:
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Y not what y may don.
Y wot þou hast in sum cuntre
Spoused anoþer woman þan me,
Þat þou wilt to hir gon.
& now þou wilt fro me fare,
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Allas, allas, now comeþ mi care:
For sorwe ichil me slon.
¶ For wer & wo þatow hast wrouȝt,
God þat al mankende haþ bouȝt [folio 148b:b]
So curteys he is & hende,
