| The nyght cam, and to bedde moste she gon |
| With hir housbonde, as ofte is the manere, |
| And pryvely to hym she seyde anon, |
| "O sweete and wel biloved spouse deere, |
145 | Ther is a conseil, and ye wolde it heere, |
| Which that right fayn I wolde unto yow seye, |
| So that ye swere ye shul me nat biwreye." |
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| The night came, and to bed she must be gone |
| With her young husband, but she had no fear, |
| And privately to him she said anon: |
| "O sweet and well-beloved spouse so dear, |
145 | There is a secret, if you will to hear, |
| Which I am fain enough to you to say, |
| So that you swear that me you'll not betray." |
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