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II.
[Lo lemman swete, now may þou se]
Lo lemman swete, now may þou seþat I haue lost my lyf for þe:
What myght I do þe mare?
For-þi I pray þe speciali
þat þou forsake ill company,
þat woundes me so sare,
And take myne armes pryuely,
& do þam in þi tresory,
In what stede sa þou dwelles.
And swete lemman, forget þow noght
þat I þi lufe sa dere haue boght,
And I aske þe noght elles.
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