And hool myn herte taken me fro,
That it wol do for me no-thing
2070
But-if it be at your bidding?
Myn herte is yours, and myn right nought,
As it bihoveth, in dede and thought,
Redy in alle to worche your wille,
Whether so [it] turne to good or ille.
2075
So sore it lustith you to plese,