225. What trowe ye the peple eek al aboute
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Wolde of it seye? It is ful light to arede.
They wolden seye, and swere it, out of doute,
That love ne droof yow nought to doon this dede,
But lust voluptuous and coward drede.
Thus were al lost, y-wis, myn herte dere,
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Your honour, which that now shyneth so clere.
226. And also thenketh on myn honestee,