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Thus have I won, with wordes grate and small,
Some goodly word of hir that I love best,
And trust she shall yit set myne harte in rest.
. . . . . .
'Goth on,' she seid to Philobone, 'and take
This man with you, and lede him all abowt
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Within the court, and shew him, for my sake,
What lovers dwell withinne, and all the rowte