And that I shal non other mercy have,
Yet of my dethe let this be the date
That by your wille I was brought to my grave;
Or hastily, if that you list me save,
My sharpe woundes, that ake so and blede,
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Of mercy, charme, and also of womanhede.
For other charme, playnly, is ther non
But only mercy, to helpe in this case;
For though my woundes blede ever in oon,