By Mercury? For that is all my drede.'
'Yes, gentil fair,' quod I, 'now am I here;
Ye, yit what tho, though that be true, my dere?'
'Of your free will ye shuld have come unsent:
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For ye did not, I deme ye will be shent.
For ye that reign in youth and lustinesse,
Pampired with ese, and †jolif in your age,
Your dewtee is, as fer as I can gesse,
To Loves Court to dressen your viage,