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for she was
a merry lass.
wheron shee sate, poore silly soule,
to rest her weary bones.
soe that his fflesh did wrinkle;
but lett the pimple passe ;
shee weere a merry lasse.
yet in his speech bu[t] blunt,
& cacht her by the Cun: plumpe. And red rose lipps he kisst full sweete:
quoth shee, “I craue no sucour.” which made him to haue a mighty mind
to clipp, kisse, & to : ffuck : plucke her into his armes. “nay! soft !” quoth shee,
“ what needeth all this doing ? ffor if you wilbe ruled by me,
you shall vse small time in wooinge.
so she offered to arrango herself
· These and the similar colons following are those of the MS.-F.