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Ye wounded me, ye made me wo-bestad;
Of grace redress my mortall †grief, as ye
Of all myne †harm the verrey causer be.
Now am I caught, and unwar sodenly,
With persant stremes of your yën clere,
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Subject to ben, and serven you meekly,
And all your man, y-wis, my lady dere,
Abiding grace, of which I you requere,