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Ther fil, as it bifalleth tymes mo, |
450 | Whan that this child had souked but a throwe, |
| This markys in his herte longeth so |
| To tempte his wyf, hir sadnesse for to knowe, |
| That he ne myghte out of his herte throwe |
| This merveillous desir his wyf t'assaye. |
455 | Nedelees, God woot, he thoghte hir for t'affraye. |
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| It happened, as it has sometimes before, |
450 | That when this child had sucked a month or so, |
| This marquis in his heart such longing bore |
| To test his wife, her patience thus to know, |
| He could not in his heart the chance forgo |
| This marvelous desire his wife to try; |
455 | Needless it is, God knows, thus to peek and pry |
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