If this were wist, my lif [laye] in balaunce,
And your honour; god shilde us fro mischaunce!
224. And if so be that pees her-after [take],
As alday happeth, after anger, game,
Why, lord! the sorwe and wo ye wolden make,
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That ye ne dorste come ayein for shame!
And er that ye Iuparten so your name,
Beth nought to hasty in this hote fare;
For hasty man ne wanteth never care.