May sitte on me, for-why ther is no space.
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103. If god wole thou art not agast of me,
Lest I wolde of thy lady thee bigyle,
Thow wost thy-self whom that I love, pardee,
As I best can, gon sithen longe whyle.
And sith thou wost I do it for no wyle,
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And sith I am he that thou tristest most,
Tel me sumwhat, sin al my wo thou wost.'