For certeyn, they wolde hate me,
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If ever I knewe hir cruelte;
For they wolde over-al holde hem stille
Of trouthe that is ageyn hir wille;
Suche tales kepen they not here.
I might eftsone bye it ful dere,
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If I seide of hem any thing,
That ought displeseth to hir hering.