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Hir meeke preyere and hir pitous cheere |
| Made the markys herte han pitee. |
| "Ye wol," quod he, "myn owene peple deere, |
| To that I nevere erst thoughte, streyne me. |
145 | I me rejoysed of my liberte, |
| That seelde tyme is founde in mariage. |
| Ther I was free, I moot been in servage. |
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| Their humble prayer and their so earnest cheer |
| Roused in the marquis' heart great sympathy. |
| "You'd have me," he replied, "my people dear, |
| Do what I've never yet thought necessary. |
145 | I have rejoiced in my fond liberty, |
| That men so seldom find in their marriage; |
| Where I was free, I must be in bondage. |
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