That to my soster ne my brother,[505]
In al this world ne to non other,
Ye dorste telle a privite
So wel, my fader, as to me.
Forthi, my fader, I you preie,
Ne casteth noght that herte aweie, 3160
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For I am sche that wolde kepe
Youre honour.’ And with that to wepe
Hire yhe mai noght be forbore,