Have her my trouthe, nece, I nil not lyen;
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Al sholde I with this knyf my throte kerve'—
With that the teres braste out of his yën,
And seyde, 'if that ye doon us bothe dyen,
Thus giltelees, than have ye [fisshed faire];
What [mende] ye, though that we bothe apeyre?
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48. Allas! he which that is my lord so dere,
That trewe man, that noble gentil knight,