Of this matere, and asked what she radde;
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And she answerde, that pleynly hir entente
She wolde shewe, and sothly what she mente.
Nay, god forbede a lover shulde chaunge!'
The turtel seyde, and wex for shame al reed;
Thogh that his lady ever-more be straunge,
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Yet let him serve hir ever, til he be deed;
For sothe, I preyse noght the gooses reed;