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"Madame," he seyde, "ye moote foryeve it me, |
| Though I do thyng to which I am constreyned, |
| Ye been so wys, that ful wel knowe ye |
| That lordes heestes mowe nat been yfeyned, |
530 | They mowe wel been biwailled and compleyned, |
| But men moote nede unto hir lust obeye; |
| And so wol I, ther is namoore to seye. |
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| "Madam," said he, "you must forgive it me, |
| Though I do that to which I am constrained; |
| You are so wise you know well, it may be, |
| That a lord's orders may not well be feigned; |
530 | They may be much lamented or complained, |
| But men must needs their every wish obey, |
| And thus will I; there is no more to say. |
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