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This Troilus answerde, `O brother dere, | |
415 | This knowen folk that han ysuffred peyne, |
That though he wepe and make sorwful chere, | |
That feleth harm and smert in every veyne, | |
No wonder is; and though I ever pleyne, | |
Or alwey wepe, I am no thing to blame, | |
420 | Syn I have lost the cause of al my game. |
`But syn of fyne force I moot aryse, | |
I shal aryse as sone as ever I may; | |
And God, to whom myn herte I sacrifyse, | |
So sende us hastely the tenthe day! | |
425 | For was ther never fowel so fayn of May, |
As I shal been, whan that she cometh in Troye, | |
That cause is of my torment and my joye. |
`But whider is thy reed,' quod Troilus, | |
`That we may pleye us best in al this toun?' | |
430 | `Bi God, my conseil is,' quod Pandarus, |
`To ryde and pleye us with king Sarpedoun.' | |
So longe of this they speken up and doun, | |
Til Troilus gan at the laste assente | |
To ryse, and forth to Sarpedoun they wente. |
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