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3859 I was astoned, and knewe no rede,
3860 But fledde awey for verrey drede.
3861 Thanne shame cam forth full symply;
3862 She wente have trespaced full gretly;
3863 Humble of hir port, and made it symple,
3864 Weryng a bayle in stide of wymple,
3865 As nonnys don in her Abbey.
3866 By cause hir herte was in Affray,
3867 She gan to speke, withynne a throwe,
3868 To Ielousie, right wonder lowe.
3869 ffirst of his grace she bysoughte,
3870 And seide: 'sire, ne leveth noughte
3871 Wikkid tunge, that fals espie,
3872 Which is so glad to feyne and lye.
3873 He hath you maad, thurgh flateryng,
3874 On Bialacoil a fals lesyng.
3875 His falsnesse is not now a newe,
3876 It is to long that he hym knewe.
3877 This is not the first day;
3878 ffor Wikkid tunge hath custome Ay
3879 Yonge folkis to bewreye,
3880 And fals lesynges on hem lye.
3881 'Yit nevertheles I see Amonge,
3882 That the loigne it is so longe
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