If with my deeth your herte I may apese.
But sin that ye han herd me som-what seye,
Now recche I never how sone that I deye.'
17. Ther-with his manly sorwe to biholde,
It mighte han maad an herte of stoon to rewe;
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And Pandare weep as he [to watre wolde],
And poked ever his nece newe and newe,
And seyde, 'wo bigon ben hertes trewe!
For love of god, make of this thing an ende,