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	On morwe, as sone as day bigan to clere,
520	This Troilus gan of his sleep tabrayde,
	And to Pandare, his owene brother dere,
	`For love of God,' ful pitously he seyde,
	`As go we seen the paleys of Criseyde;
	For syn we yet may have namore feste,
525	So lat us seen hir paleys at the leste.'

	And therwithal, his meyne for to blende,
	A cause he fond in toune for to go,
	And to Criseydes hous they gonnen wende.
	But lord! This sely Troilus was wo!
530	Him thoughte his sorweful herte braste atwo.
	For whan he saugh hir dores sperred alle,
	Wel neigh for sorwe a-doun he gan to falle.

	Therwith, whan he was war and gan biholde
	How shet was every windowe of the place,
535	As frost, him thoughte, his herte gan to colde;
	For which with chaunged deedlich pale face,
	Withouten word, he forth bigan to pace;
	And, as God wolde, he gan so faste ryde,
	That no wight of his contenance aspyde.

540	Than seyde he thus; `O paleys desolat,
	O hous, of houses whylom best y-hight,
	O paleys empty and disconsolat,
	O thou lanterne, of which queynt is the light,
	O paleys, whylom day, that now art night,
545	Wel oughtestow to falle, and I to dye,
	Syn she is went that wont was us to gye!

	`O paleys, whylom croune of houses alle,
	Enlumined with sonne of alle blisse!
	O ring, fro which the ruby is out falle,
550	O cause of wo, that cause hast been of lisse!
	Yet, syn I may no bet, fayn wolde I kisse
	Thy colde dores, dorste I for this route;
	And fare-wel shryne, of which the seynt is oute!'

	Ther-with he caste on Pandarus his ye
555	With chaunged face, and pitous to biholde;
	And whan he mighte his tyme aright aspye,
	Ay as he rood, to Pandarus he tolde
	His newe sorwe, and eek his joyes olde,
	So pitously and with so dede an hewe,
560	That every wight mighte on his sorwe rewe.

	Fro thennesforth he rydeth up and doun,
	And every thing com him to remembraunce
	As he rood forbi places of the toun
	In whiche he whylom hadde al his plesaunce.
565	`Lo, yond saugh I myn owene lady daunce;
	And in that temple, with hir eyen clere,
	Me coughte first my righte lady dere.

	`And yonder have I herd ful lustily
	My dere herte laugh, and yonder pleye
570	Saugh I hir ones eek ful blisfully.
	And yonder ones to me gan she seye,
	"Now goode swete, love me wel, I preye."
	And yond so goodly gan she me biholde,
	That to the deeth myn herte is to hir holde.

575	`And at that corner, in the yonder hous,
	Herde I myn alderlevest lady dere
	So wommanly, with voys melodious,
	Singen so wel, so goodly, and so clere,
	That in my soule yet me thinketh I here
580	The blisful soun; and, in that yonder place,
	My lady first me took unto hir grace.'

	Thanne thoughte he thus, `O blisful lord Cupyde,
	Whanne I the proces have in my memorie,
	How thou me hast werreyed on every syde,
585	Men might a book make of it, lyk a storie.
	What nede is thee to seke on me victorie,
	Syn I am thyn, and hoolly at thy wille?
	What joye hastow thyn owene folk to spille?

	`Wel hastow, lord, y-wroke on me thyn ire,
590	Thou mighty God, and dredful for to greve!
	Now mercy, lord, thou wost wel I desire
	Thy grace most, of alle lustes leve,
	And live and deye I wol in thy bileve,
	For which I naxe in guerdon but a bone,
595	That thou Criseyde ayein me sende sone.

	`Distreyne hir herte as faste to retorne
	As thou dost myn to longen hir to see;
	Than woot I wel, that she nil nought sojourne.
	Now, blisful lord, so cruel thou ne be
600	Unto the blood of Troye, I preye thee,
	As Juno was unto the blood Thebane,
	For which the folk of Thebes caughte hir bane.'

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