Almost to the end;
But al my care is to comen,
For I can nought my Crede.
Whan I shall shewen my shrift,
Shent mote I worthen;
The preeste wil me punyche,
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And penaunce enjoyne;
The lengthe of a lenton
Flesh moot I leve,
Almost to the end;
But al my care is to comen,
For I can nought my Crede.
Whan I shall shewen my shrift,
Shent mote I worthen;
The preeste wil me punyche,
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And penaunce enjoyne;
The lengthe of a lenton
Flesh moot I leve,