Your thank, so that I, thurgh myn ignoraunce,
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Ne do no-thing that yow be displesaunce.
186. For certes, fresshe wommanliche wyf,
This dar I seye, that trouthe and diligence,
That shal ye finden in me al my lyf,
Ne I wol not, certeyn, breken your defence;
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And if I do, present or in absence,
For love of god, lat slee me with the dede,