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3355 The which thurgh his cruelte
3356 Was in poynt to meygned me;
3357 With Bialacoil whanne he me sey
3358 Withynne the gardeyn walke and pley,
3359 ffro me he made hym forto go,
3360 And I bilefte aloone in woo;
3361 I durst no lenger with hym speke,
3362 ffor daunger seide he wolde be wreke,
3363 Whanne that he sawe how I wente
3364 The fresh bothom forto hente,
3365 If I were hardy to come neer
3366 Bitwene the hay and the roser.
3367 This freend, whanne he wiste of my thought, NB
3368 He discomforted me right nought,
3369 But seide, 'felowe, be not so madde,
3370 Ne so abaysshed nor bystadde.
3371 My silf I knowe full well daungere,
3372 And how he is feers of his cheere,
3373 At pme temps, love to manace;
3374 fful ofte I have ben in his caas.
3375 A feloun firste though that he be,
3376 Aftir thou shalt hym souple se.
3377 Of longe passed I knewe hym well;
3378 Ungoodly first though men hym feele,
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