For which ful oft a [by-word] here I seye,
770
That, "rotelees, mot grene sone deye."
111. I shal don thus, sin neither swerd ne darte
Dar I non handle, for the crueltee,
That ilke day that I from yow departe,
If sorwe of that nil not my bane be,
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Than shal no mete or drinke come in me
Til I my soule out of my breste unshethe;