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"Certes, Grisilde, I hadde ynogh plesance, |
| To han yow to my wyf for your goodnesse, |
| As for youre trouthe, and for your obeisance- |
795 | Noght for youre lynage, ne for youre richesse; |
| But now knowe I, in verray soothfastnesse, |
| That in greet lordshipe, if I wel avyse, |
| Ther is greet servitute in sondry wyse. |
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"Truly, Griselda, I'd much joy, perchance, |
| When you I took for wife, for your goodness |
| And for your truth and your obedience, |
795 | Not for your lineage nor your wealth, I guess; |
| But now I know, in utter certainness, |
| That in great lordship, if I well advise, |
| There is great servitude in sundry wise. |
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