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4507 The thridde was called swete lokyng,
4508 That now is lorn, without lesyng.
4509 Yiftes were faire, but not forthy
4510 They helpe me but symply,
4511 But Bialacoil loosed be,
4512 To gon at large and to be free.
4513 ffor hym my lyf lyth all in doute,
4514 But if he come the rather oute.
4515 Allas! I trowe it wole not bene!
4516 ffor how shult I evermore hym sene?
4517 He may not oute, and that is wronge,
4518 By cause the tour is so stronge.
4519 How shulde he oute? by whos prowesse,
4520 Oute of so stronge a forteresse?
4521 By me, certeyn, it nyl be doo;
4522 God woot, I have no witte therto!
4523 But wel I woot I was in rage,
4524 Whanne I to love dide homage.
4525 Who was in cause, in sothfastnesse,
4526 But hir silf, Dame Idelnesse,
4527 Which me conveied, thurgh faire praiere,
4528 To entre into that faire verger?
4529 She was to blame me to leve,
4530 The which now doth me soore greve.
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