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her that night. Sche seyd, "syr, lett be thy fare,
She refuses, My husbond wolle wete wyth-owty{n)} mare
And I hym dyd that vnryg{h-}t; 288
I would nott he myght yt wete
For a{l~l} the good that I myght gete,
So Ih_esus_[5] mutt me spede 291
as her husband For, and eny man lay me by,
would be sure to My husbond would yt wete truly,
know of it. It ys wythowtyn eny drede." 294
The steward urges The stuard seyd "for hym ?at ys wrought,
her again, There-of, dame, drede the nog{h-}t
Wyth me to do that dede; 297
and offers her 20 Haue here of me xx marke
marks. Of gold and syluer styf and starke,
Thys tresoure scha{l~l} be thy mede." 300
She says, "Then "Syr, and I graunt ?at to yo{=u},
don't tell any Lett no man wete butt we two nowe."
one," He seyd, "nay, wythowtyn drede." 303
The stuard ?ought, 'sykerly
Women beth both queynte & slye.'
takes his money, The mony he gan her bede; 306
He ?ought wele to haue be spedde,
And of his erand he was onredde
Or he were fro he{m~} I-gone.
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