Had seen togedres in oo place.
810
Shal I clepe hit hap other grace
That broghte me ther? nay, but Fortune,
That is to lyen ful comune,
The false trayteresse, pervers,
God wolde I coude clepe hir wers!
815
For now she worcheth me ful wo,
And I wol telle sone why so.