Ne bid me not, but ye wol see me swowne.
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83. But for to save his lyf, and elles nought,
And to non harm of yow, thus am I driven;
And for the love of god that us hath wrought,
Swich chere him dooth, that he and I may liven.
Now have I plat to yow myn herte schriven;
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And sin ye woot that myn entente is clene,
Tak hede ther-of, for I non yvel mene.