Lest tyme I loste, I dar not with yow dele;
1750
Com of therfore, and bringeth him to hele.'
251. But now [to yow], ye lovers that ben here,
Was Troilus nought in a [cankedort],
That lay, and mighte whispringe of hem here,
And thoughte, 'O lord, right now renneth my sort
1755
Fully to dye, or han anoon comfort';
And was the firste tyme he shulde hir preye