And to her mercy me I recommaunde,
That lye now here, betwixe hope and drede,
Abyding playnly what she list commaunde.
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For utterly, (this nis no demaunde),
Welcome to me, whyl me lasteth breeth,
Right at her choise, wher it be lyf or deeth!
In this matere more what mighte I seyn,
Sith in her hande and in her wille is al,
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