Ac satisfaccion seketh out the roote,
And bothe sleeth and voideth,
An as it nevere hadde y-be
To noghte bryngeth dedly synne,
That it nevere eft is sene ne soor,
But semeth a wounde y-heeled."
"Where wonyeth Charité?" quod Haukyn,
"I wiste nevere in my lyve
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Man that with hym spak,