For, at my knowing, I do no-thing why,
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And this I wol beseche yow hertely,
That, ther ever ye finde, whyl ye live,
A trewer servant to yow than am I,
Leveth [me] thanne, and sleeth me hardely,
And I my deeth to you wol al forgive.
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And if ye finde no trewer [man than me],
[Why] will ye suffre than that I thus spille,