Or his goddesse, dame Iuno,
Or som wight elles, I ne roghte who—
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To make me slepe and have som reste—
I wil yive him the alder-beste
Yift that ever he abood his lyve,
And here on warde, right now, as blyve;
If he wol make me slepe a lyte,
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Of downe of pure dowves whyte