The thridde tercel egle answerde tho,
Now, sirs, ye seen the litel leyser here;
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For every foul cryeth out to been a-go
Forth with his make, or with his lady dere;
And eek Nature hir-self ne wol nought here,
For tarying here, noght half that I wolde seye;
And but I speke, I mot for sorwe deye.
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Of long servyse avaunte I me no-thing,