Yit wolde I, as I dar, with sorweful herte
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Biseche un-to your meke womanhede
That I now dorste my sharpe sorwes smerte
Shewe by worde, that ye wolde ones rede
The pleynte of me, the which ful sore drede
That I have seid here, through myn unconninge,
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In any worde to your displesinge.
Lothest of anything that ever was loth