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Vostre bruit et vostre grant fame Me fait vous amer plus que femme, Qui de tous biens soit assouvie, Ne ja d'autre servir envie N'auray plus que de rendre l'ame. En rien ne crains reproche d'ame, Je vous tiens et tiendray ma dame En accroissant toute ma vie. Vostre bruit [et vostre grant fame Me fait vous amer plus que femme, Qui de tous biens soit assouvie.] Et pour ce donc, ce que je clame, C'est vostre grace sans nul blame, Au moins, se je l'ay deservie, Ne veuillés pas que je desvie, Car vous perdriés part du royaulme. Vostre bruit [et vostre grant fame Me fait vous amer plus que femme, Qui de tous biens soit assouvie, Ne ja d'autre servir envie N'auray plus que de rendre l'ame.]
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Your reputation and your great renown Make me love you more than any lady Who is blessed with all good things Nor will I have any desire to serve another Any more than to give up my soul. I fear the reproach of my soul in nothing I hold you and shall hold you as my lady Increasingly for all my life. Your reputation and your great renown Make me love you more than any lady Who is blessed with all good things. And for this reason what I ask for Is your grace without any reprimand, At least if I have deserved it. Do not want me to die For you would thus lose part of your realm. Your reputation and your great renown Make me love you more than any lady Who is blessed with all good things Nor will I have any desire to serve another Any more than to give up my soul.
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