They laugh and daunce, trippe and singe,
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And ley not up for her living,
But in the tavern al dispendith
The winning that god hem sendith.
Than goth he, fardels for to bere,
With as good chere as he dide ere;
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To swinke and traveile he not feynith,
For for to robben he disdeynith;