But Phebus bemes, streight as is the mast,
Upon the castell ginneth he to cast,
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To plese the lady, princesse of that place,
In signe he loketh aftir Loves grace.
For there nis god in heven or helle, y-wis,
But he hath ben right soget unto Love:
Jove, Pluto, or what-so-ever he is,
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Ne creature in erth, or yet above;