Só dyvérs and so wilfúl is he.'
Than took I of the Nightingale kepe,
She caste a sigh out of her herte depe,
And seyde, 'Alas! that ever I was bore!
I can, for tene, say not oon word more;'
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And right with that she brast out for to wepe.
'Alas!' quod she, 'my herte wol to-breke
To heren thus this false brid to speke
Of love, and of his worshipful servyse;