And this wot every worthi lif,
A kinges word it mot ben holde.[524]
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So gret a charite fulfille,
God wot it were wel my wille:
For he which was a Bacheler,
Mi fader, is now mad a Pier;[525]
So whenne as evere that I cam,
An Erles dowhter now I am.’