13. Cryseyde al this aspyede wel y-nough,
For she was wys, and lovede him never-the-lasse,
Al nere he [malapert], or made it tough,
Or was to bold, to singe a fool a masse.
But whan his shame gan somwhat to passe,
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His resons, as I may my rymes holde,
I yow wol telle, as techen bokes olde.
14. In chaunged vois, right for his verrey drede,
Which vois eek quook, and ther-to his manere