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"Allas!" quod she, "God woot, I have no gilt." |
| "Pay me," quod he, "or by the swete Seinte Anne, |
350 | As I wol bere awey thy newe panne |
| For dette which thou owest me of old. |
| Whan that thou madest thyn housbonde cokewold, |
| I payde at hoom for thy correccioun." |
| "Thou lixt!" quod she, "by my savacioun, |
355 | Ne was I nevere er now, wydwe ne wyf, |
| Somoned unto youre court in al my lyf; |
| Ne nevere I nas but of my body trewe! |
| Unto the devel blak and rough of hewe |
| Yeve I thy body and my panne also!" |
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"Alas!" cried she, "God knows I have no guilt!" |
| "Pay me," he cried, "or by the sweet Saint Anne |
350 | I'll take away with me your brand-new pan |
| For debt that you have owed to me of old, |
| When you did make your husband a cuckold; |
| I paid at home that fine to save citation." |
| "You lie," she cried then, "by my own salvation! |
355 | Never was I, till now, widow or wife, |
| Summoned unto your court in all my life; |
| Nor ever of my body was I untrue! |
| Unto the Devil rough and black of hue |
| Give I your body and my pan also!" |
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