And, Nightingale, therfor hold thee ny;
For, leve me wel, for al thy queynte cry,
If thou be fer or longe fro thy make,
Thou shalt be as other that been forsake,
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And than[ne] thou shalt hoten as do I!'
'Fy!' quod she, 'on thy namë and on thee!
The god of love ne let thee never y-thee!
For thou art wors a thousand-fold than wood.
For many on is ful worthy and ful good,