Yet nathelees, considered his distresse,
And that love is in cause of swich folye,
Thus to him spak she of his Ielousye:
142. 'Lo, herte myn, as wolde the excellence
Of love, ayeins the which that no man may,
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Ne oughte eek goodly maken resistence
And eek bycause I felte wel and say
Your grete trouthe, and servyse every day;
And that your herte al myn was, sooth to seyne,