My servise, if unpacience
Caused me to doon offence.
He seyde, "In thank I shal it take,
And high maister eek thee make,
If wikkednesse ne reve it thee;
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But sone, I trowe, that shal not be."
These were his wordis by and by;
It semed he loved me trewly.
Now is ther not but serve him wele,