Now, lady myn! sith I you love and drede,
And you unchaunged finde, in o degree,
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Whos grace ne may flye fro your womanhede,
Disdayneth not for to remembre on me!
Myn herte bledeth, for I may nat you see;
And sith ye wot my mening désirous,
Pleurez pur moi, si vous plaist amorous!
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What marveyle is, though I in payne be?