Than that his wyf / were of hir trouthe fals
The sorwe of Dorigene / he told him als
how loth hire was / to ben a wykked wyf
And that she lost had leuere / that day / hir lyf
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And that hir trouthe / she swor of Innocence
She neuere erst / had herd speke / of apparence
That mad him han of hire / so gret pitee
And right as freely / as he sent hir me
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[MS. torn] sent I hire / to him a-geyn
[MS. torn] some / ther nys na more to seyn
[MS. torn] hre / answerd leue brother
[MS. torn] dide gentilly to other
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Thow art a Squyer / and he is a knyght [folio 138b]
But god forbede / for his blisful myght
But if a Clerk / coude doon a gentil dede
As wel as any of ȝow / it is no drede
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¶ Sire I relesse the / thy thousand pound
As thow right now / were cropen out of the ground
Ne neuere er now / ne haddest knowen me
ffor sire / I wol nat take / a peny of the
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ffor al my craft / ne nought for my trauaille
Thow hast I-paid wel / for my vitaille
It is I-now / and farewel haue good day
And toke his hors / & forth he goth his wey
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lordynges this question / than wil I axe now
Which was the moost free / as thynketh ȝow
Now telleth me / or that ȝe ferthere wende
I can namore / my tale is at an ende [¶ Amen.]
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Here endeth the ffrankeleyns tale;
