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That ye ben, lady, in myne inward thought
Of all myne hert without offencion,
That I best love, and have, sith I begon
To draw to court. Lo, than! what might I say?
I yeld me here, [lo!] unto your nobley.
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And if that I offend, or wilfully
By pompe of hart your precept disobey,
Or doon again your will unskillfully,