(As un-to every wight is light to knowe),
Whan this traitour this woman hath forsake,
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He faste him spedeth un-to his felowe;
Til he be there, his herte is on a lowe;
His fals deceyt ne may him not suffyse,
But of his treson telleth al the wyse.
Is this a fair avaunt? is this honour,
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A man him-self accuse thus, and diffame?