And whan that she was gon unto her reste,
I roos anon, and hoom to bedde wente,
For verily, me thoughte it for the beste;
Prayinge thus, in al my best entente,
That alle trewe, that be with Daunger shente,
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With mercy may, in reles of hir payn,
Recured be, er May come eft agayn.
And for that I ne may no lenger wake,
Farewel, ye lovers alle, that be trewe!