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3643 Ful
faire it spradde, [god it
blesse!
3644 For
suche another, as I
gesse,
3645 Aforn
ne was, ne more
vermayle.
3646 I
was abawed for
merveyle,
3647 For
ever, the fairer that it
was,
3648 The
more I am bounden in Loves
laas.
3649 Longe
I abood there, soth to
saye,
3650 Til
Bialacoil I gan to
praye,
3651 Whan
that I saw him in no
wyse
3652 To
me warnen his
servyse,
3653 That
he me wolde graunte a
thing,
3654 Which
to remembre is wel
sitting;
3655 This
is to sayne, that of his
grace
3656 He
wolde me yeve leyser and
space
3657 To
me that was so
desirous
3658 To
have a kissing
precious
3659 Of
the goodly freshe
rose,
3660 That
swetely smelleth in my
nose;
3661 'For
if it you displesed
nought,
3662 I
wolde gladly, as I have
sought,
3663 Have
a cos therof
freely
3664 Of
your yeft; for
certainly
3665 I
wol non have but by your
leve,
3666 So
loth me were you for to
greve.'
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