That han in winter dede been and dreye,
Revesten hem in grene, whan that May is,
Whan every [lusty] lyketh best to pleye:
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Right in that selve wyse, sooth to seye,
Wex sodeynliche his herte ful of Ioye,
That gladder was ther never man in Troye.
52. And gan his look on Pandarus up caste
Ful sobrely, and frendly for to see,
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