And Iasoun is as coy as is a maide,
He loketh pitously, but noght he saide,
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But frely yaf he to her conseileres
[Yiftes] grete, and to her officeres.
[As wolde god] I leiser hadde, and tyme,
By proces al his wowing for to ryme.
But in this hous if any fals lover be,
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Right as him-self now doth, right so dide he,