But here and there in ryme I have hit laid,

Ther as me thoughte that she wel hath said.—

She seide, '[thy sailes comen nat again],

Ne to thy word ther nis no fey certein;

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But I wot why ye come nat,' quod she;

'[For] I was of my love to you so free.

And of the goddes that ye han forswore,

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Yif that hir vengeance falle on yow therfore,