†That he shal charge his servants, by any weye,
†To forthren thee, and wel thy labour quyte;
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Go now thy wey, thy penance is but lyte.'
†The god of love gan smyle, and than he seyde,
†'Wostow,' quod he, 'wher this be wyf or mayde,
†Or quene, or countesse, or of what degree,
†That hath so litel penance yeven thee,
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†That hast deserved sorer for to smerte?