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come you, all of you so sorrowful?

An it may please you, speak for courtesy.

I fear for my dear lady's sake, lest she

Have made you to return thus filled with dule.

O gentle ladies, be not hard to school

In gentleness, but to some pause agree,

And something of my lady say to me.

For with a little my desire is full.

Howbeit it be a heavy thing to hear:

For Love now utterly has thrust me forth,

With hand for ever lifted, striking fear.

See if I be not worn unto the earth;

Yea, and my spirit must fail from me here.

If, when you speak, your words are of no worth.