He discomforted me right nought,
But seide, 'Felowe, be not so mad,
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Ne so abaysshed nor bistad.
My-silf I knowe ful wel Daungere,
And how he is feers of his chere,
At prime temps, Love to manace;
Ful ofte I have ben in his caas.
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A feloun first though that he be,