Or greven you, for ernest or for play,
Correct ye me right sharply than, I pray,
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As it is sene unto your womanhede,
And rewe on me, or ellis I nam but dede.'
'Nay, god forbede to feffe you so with grace,
And for a worde of sugred eloquence,
To have compassion in so litell space!
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Than were it tyme that som of us were hens!