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This sodeyn cas this man astonyed so, |
| That reed he wax; abayst and al quakyng |
| He stood, unnethes seyde he wordes mo, |
| But oonly thus, "Lord," quod he, "my willynge |
320 | Is as ye wole, ne ayeyns youre likynge |
| I wol no thyng, ye be my lord so deere; |
| Right as yow lust governeth this mateere." |
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This sudden word the man astonished so |
| That red he grew, abashed, and all quaking |
| He stood; nor could he answer further, no, |
| Than but to say: "O Lord, I am willing |
320 | To do your will; but against your liking |
| I'll do no thing; you are my lord so dear |
| That what you wish governs this matter here." |
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