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Wondrynge upon this word, quakynge for drede, |
| She seyde, "Lord, undigne and unworthy |
360 | Am I to thilke honour, that ye me beede, |
| But as ye wole yourself, right so wol I. |
| And heere I swere, that nevere willyngly |
| In werk ne thoght I nyl yow disobeye, |
| For to be deed, though me were looth to deye." |
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Wondering upon this word, quaking for fear, |
| She said: "My lord, unsuited, unworthy |
360 | Am I to take the honour you give me here; |
| But what you'd have, that very thing would I. |
| And here I swear that never willingly, |
| In deed or thought, will I you disobey, |
| To save my life, and I love life, I say." |
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