"Now good, tel on, I hate you, by saynt Jame!"
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"Abyde a whyle; it is nat yet my wil.
Yet must ye wite, by reson and by skil,
Sith ye know al that hath be don before:—"
And thus it sayd, without[en] wordes more.
"Nothing so leef as deth to come to me
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For fynal ende of my sorowes and payn;
What shulde I more desyre, as semë ye?