Hir meke preyere and hir pitous chere
Made the markis herte han pitee.
‘Ye wol,’ quod he, ‘myn owene peple dere,
To that I never erst thoghte streyne me.
I me reioysed of my libertee, 145
That selde tyme is founde in mariage; (90)
Ther I was free, I moot been in servage.