That Mars shal entre, as faste as he may glyde,
Into hir nexte paleys, to abyde,
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Walking his cours til she had him a-take,
And he preyde hir to haste hir for his sake.
Then seyde he thus—"myn hertes lady swete,
Ye knowe wel my mischef in that place;
For sikerly, til that I with yow mete,
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My lyf stant ther in aventure and grace;