Of good fasoun, and furred wel with gray;
Upon her sleve her word (this is no nay),
Which sayd thus, as my pennë can endyte,
A moi que je voy, writen with lettres whyte.
Than forth withal she cam streight unto me,
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"Your word," quod she, "fayn wold I that I knew."
"Forsothe," quod I, "ye shal wel knowe and see,
And for my word, I have non; this is trew.
It is ynough that my clothing be blew,