Mi world stod on an other whiel
Withouten eny faiterie:
Bot algate of my maladie 180
Sche bad me telle and seie hir trowthe.
‘Ma dame, if ye wolde have rowthe,’
Quod I, ‘than wolde I telle yow.’[240]
‘Sey forth,’ quod sche, ‘and tell me how;
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Schew me thi seknesse everydiel.’
‘Ma dame, that can I do wel,