4411 Inward myn herte I feele blede,
4412 ffor comfortles the deth I drede.
4413 Owe I not wel to have distresse,
4414 Whanne fals, thurgh hir wikkednesse,
4415 And traitours, that arn envyous,
4416 To noyen me be so coraious?
4417 A, bialacoil! full wel I see,
4418 That they hem shape to disceyve thee,
4419 To make thee buxom to her lawe,
4420 And with her corde thee to drawe
4421 Where so hem lust, right at her wille;
4422 I drede they have thee brought thertille.
4423 Withoute comfort, thought me sleeth;
4424 This game wole brynge me to my deeth.
4425 ffor if youre good wille I leese,
4426 I mote be deed; I may not chese.
4427 And if that thou foryete me,
4428 Myne herte shal nevere in likyng be;
4429 Nor ell where fynde solace,
4430 If I be putt out of youre grace,
4431 As it shal never been, I hope;
4432 Thanne shulde I falle in wanhope.
4433 Allas, in wanhope? nay, pardee!
4434 ffor I wole never dispeired be.