That he ne hath it at even;
He is as lowe as a lomb,
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And lovelich of speche;
And if ye wilneth to wite
Where that he dwelleth,
I shal wisse you witterly
The wey to his place."
"Ye, leve Piers," quod thise pilgrimes,
And profred hym huyre,
That he ne hath it at even;
He is as lowe as a lomb,
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And lovelich of speche;
And if ye wilneth to wite
Where that he dwelleth,
I shal wisse you witterly
The wey to his place."
"Ye, leve Piers," quod thise pilgrimes,
And profred hym huyre,