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4625 That was posshed in every side,
4626 That I nyst where I myght Abide,
4627 Till she, demurely sad of chere,
4628 Seide to me as she come nere:
4629 'Myne owne freend, art thou yit greved?
4630 How is this quarell yit
4631 Of loves side? anoon me telle;
4632 Hast thou not yit of love thi fille?
4633 Art thou not wery of thy servise
4634 That the hath in sich wise?
4635 What ioye hast thou in thy lovyng?
4636 Is it swete or bitter thyng?
4637 Canst thou yit chese, late me see,
4638 What best thi socour myght be?
4639 'Thou servest a full noble lorde,
4640 That maketh thee thrall for thi rewarde,
4641 Which ay renewith thy turment,
4642 With foly so he hath thee blent.
4643 Thou fell in mycheef thilke day,
4644 Whanne thou didist, the sothe to say,
4645 Obeysaunce and eke homage;
4646 Thou wroughtest no thyng as the sage.
4647 Whanne thou bicam his liege man,
4648 Thou didist a gret foly than;
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