Whan he was ther-as no wight mighte him here,
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That he ne seyde, 'O lufsom lady bright,
How have ye faren, sin that ye were here?
Wel-come, y-wis, myn owene lady dere.'
But welaway, al this nas but a mase;
Fortune his howve entended bet [to glase].
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68. The lettres eek, that she of olde tyme
Hadde him y-sent, he wolde allone rede,