And [grette] him, as I best coude.
Debonairly, and no-thing loude,
He sayde, 'I prey thee, be not wrooth,
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I herde thee not, to sayn the sooth,
Ne I saw thee not, sir, trewely.'
'A! goode sir, no fors,' quod I,
I am right sory if I have ought
Destroubled yow out of your thought;
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