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Ô ma belle maistresse à tout le moins prenez De moy vostre servant ce Rossignol en cage, Il est mon prissonnier et je vis en servage Sous vous qui sans mercy en prison me tenez. Allez donc Rossignol en sa chambre sonnez Mon dueil à son oreille avec vostre ramage, Et s'il vous est possible esmouvez son couvie. Seulement je me hays et me plains de ma vie Qui languit en prison et si ne peut mourir. Non ne venez point, que feriez vous chez moy, Sans aucun confort vous languiriez d'esmoy, Un prisonnier ne peut un autre secourir, Je n'ay pas Rossignol sur vostre bien enrage Et s'il vous est possible esmouvez son courage A me faire merci puis vous en revenez.
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This text was added to the website: 2012-07-26
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Word count: 123
O my fair mistress, whatever you do take From me, your servant, this nightingale in a cage; He is my prisoner, and I live in service To you who, without mercy, keep me in prison. On then, nightingale, and in her bedroom sing Warbling of my sorrow into her ear, And if you can, move her to fondness [for me]. Alone, I hate myself and bemoan my life Pining away in prison, and yet unable to die. No, do not come back, what would you do here with me? With no comfort you would pine away from your agitation; One prisoner cannot help another. I am not angry, nightingale, about your good fortune, And if you can, stir up her courage To grant me pity -- and then come back.
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This text was added to the website: 2012-07-26
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