238. 'Graunt mercy, goode myn, y-wis,' quod she,
'And blisful Venus lat me never sterve
Er I may stonde of plesaunce in degree
To quyte him wel, that so wel can deserve;
And whyl that god my wit wol me conserve,
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I shal so doon, so trewe I have yow founde,
That ay honour to me-ward shal rebounde.
[239]. For trusteth wel, that your estat royal
Ne veyn delyt, nor only worthinesse