And of his wounding this is the worst of alle,
Whan he hurteth, he doth so cruel wreche
And maketh the seke for to crye and calle
Unto his fo, for to been his leche;
And hard it is, for a man to seche,
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Upon the point of dethe in jupardye,
Unto his fo, to finde remedye!
Thus fareth it now even by me,
That to my fo, that yaf myn herte a wounde,