That shal ful gretly lissen thee of thy pyne.
And loke alwey that thou be good and trewe,
And I wol singe oon of my songes newe,
For love of thee, as loude as I may crye;'
And than[ne] she began this song ful hye—
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'I shrewe al hem that been of love untrewe!'
And whan she hadde songe hit to the ende,
'Nów farewel,' quod she, 'for I mot wende;
And god of love, that can right wel and may,