And though ye deye for doel,
The devel have that reccheth."
Tho were faitours a-fered,
And feyned hem blynde;
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Somme leide hir legges a-liry,
As swiche losels konneth,
And made hir mone to Piers,
And preide hym of grace;
"For we have no lymes to laboure with,