What with his sours and with my drede,
That al my feling gan to dede;
For-why hit was to greet affray.
Thus I longe in his clawes lay,
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Til at the laste he to me spak
In mannes vois, and seyde, 'Awak!
And [be not so a-gast], for shame!'
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And called me tho by my name.