The king, which sih his pourpos faile,
And that no sleihte mihte availe,
Encombred of his lustes blinde
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And half in wraththe as thogh it were,
In presence of hem alle there
Deceived of concupiscence
Yaf for his brother the sentence,
And bad him that he scholde sese
This Maide and make him wel at ese;