That sore abyeth al this thing.
And if they were of oon assent,
Ful sone were the Rose hent;
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The maugre youres wolde be.
And sir, of o thing herkeneth me:—
Sith ye this man, that loveth yow,
Han seid such harm and shame now,
Witeth wel, if he gessed it,
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