[The] yiftes were fair, but not forthy
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They helpe me but simply,
But Bialacoil [may] loosed be,
To gon at large and to be free.
For him my lyf lyth al in dout,
But-if he come the rather out.
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Allas! I trowe it wol not been!
For how shuld I evermore him seen?