So yeve it hir, and do me this plesaunce,
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To preye hir kepe it for a remembraunce.
46. For wel I fele, by my maladye,
And by my dremes now and yore ago,
Al certeinly, that I mot nedes dye.
The owle eek, which that hight [Ascaphilo],
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Hath after me shright alle thise nightes two.
And, god [Mercurie]! of me now, woful wrecche,