Grounded on honoure / without duplycyte

I wolde thynke in mynde / she wolde condescende

To graunt your fauoure / yf ye none yll intende

¶ Amour.

A fayre lady I haue vnto her spoken

That I loue best / and she dooth not it knowe

Though vnto her / I haue my mynde broken

Her beaute clere / dooth my herte ouerthrowe

Whan I do se her / my herte booth sobbe I trowe

Wherfore fayre lady / all dysparate of conforte

I speke vnknowen / I must to wo resorte

¶ Pucell.

Me thynke ye speke / now vnder parable

Do ye se her here / whiche is cause of your grefe

Yf ye so dyde / that sholde I be able

As in this cause / te be to your relefe

Ryght lothe I were to se your myschefe

For ye knowe well / what case that I am yn

Peryllous it wolde be / or that ye coude me wyne

¶ Amour.

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