And me that was his macche.
He sette a sour loof to-forn us,
And seide, "agite pænitentiam."
"As longe," quod I, "as I lyve,
And lycame may dure."
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"Here is propre service," quod Pacience,
"Ther fareth no prince bettre,"
And thanne he broughte us forth a mees of oother mete,