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"Now, lord," quod she, "Crist Jhesu, kyng of kynges, |
| So wisly helpe me, as I ne may. |
| I have been syk, and that ful many a day. |
| I may nat go so fer," quod she, "ne ryde, |
330 | But I be deed, so priketh it in my syde. |
| May I nat axe a libel, sire somonour, |
| And answere there by my procuratour |
| To swich thyng as men wole opposen me?" |
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"Now, lord," said she, "Christ Jesus, King of kings, |
| So truly keep me as I cannot; nay, |
| I have been sick, and that for many a day. |
| I cannot walk so far," said she, "nor ride, |
330 | Save I were dead, such aches are in my side. |
| Will you not give a writ, sir summoner, |
| And let my proctor for me there appear |
| To meet this charge, whatever it may be?" |
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