Sire, my nece wol do wel by thee,
And love thee best, by god and by my trouthe,
[But lak of pursuit] make it in thy slouthe.
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138. For thus ferforth I have thy work bigonne,
Fro day to day, til this day, by the morwe,
Hir love of freendship have I to thee wonne,
And also hath she leyd hir feyth to borwe.
Algate a foot is [hameled] of thy sorwe.'
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