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Kepeth this child, al be it foul or feire, |
765 | And eek my wyf, unto myn hoom-comynge; |
| Crist, whan hym list, may sende me an heir |
| Moore agreable than this to my likynge." |
| This lettre he seleth, pryvely wepynge, |
| Which to the messager was take soone |
770 | And forth he gooth, ther is namoore to doone. |
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| Guard well this child, though foul it be or fair, |
765 | And guard my wife until my home-coming; |
| Christ, when he wills it, may send me an heir |
| More consonant than this with my liking." |
| This letter sealed, and inwardly weeping, |
| To the same messenger 'twas taken soon, |
770 | And forth he went; there's no more to be done. |
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