I drede your wrath to disserve.
Lever me were, that knyves kerve
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My body shulde in pecis smalle,
Than in any wyse it shulde falle
That ye wratthed shulde been with me.'
Sey boldely thy wille,' quod he,
I nil be wroth, if that I may,
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For nought that thou shalt to me say.'