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Certes, he cried, you basely lie,

Cursed be the hour that saw you win

This spot; did I then take you in

That you should dare insult me so?

But your ill fortune ’twas I trow

To deem a simpleton dwelt here.

Be off! find lodgment otherwhere.

Ye hither come to call me liar!

Two sorcerers! who would work me dire

And cruel wrong, pour on me shame,

And all my ways and doings blame,

Is this the sermoning ye make?

My soul may all the devils take,

And God’s curse be upon me spilt

If, but ten days ere yet were built

These walls, the varlet came not here,

With seeming mild and simple cheer,

And stole a kiss from off the Rose,

Though if he further went, God knows!

Why was it given to my good care

Save that this crime notorious were?

Pardee, I’ll sound it far and wide,

And none shall dare aver I’ve lied.

A trumpet blast so loud I’ll blow

That every carl and quean shall know

How he once dared my hedge to break.

False-Seeming then stood forth and spake: