And hou his haukes flowen wel;
Bot he wol telle her nevere a diel 6130
Hou he to love untrewe was,
Of that he robbede in the pas,
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And tok his lust under the schawe
Ayein love and ayein his lawe.
Confessor.
Which thing, mi Sone, I thee forbede,
For it is an ungoodly dede.