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Of how a knave hath late compassion / On Melicent's forlorn condition; / For which he saith as ye shall after hear: / "Dame, since that game we play costeth too dear, / My truth I plight, I shall you no more grieve / By my behest, and here I take my leave / As of the fairest, truest and best wife / That ever yet I knew in all my life. "