Sith I so looth was that thy-self it wiste,
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How dorste I mo tellen of this matere,
That quake now, and no wight may us here?
54. But natheles, by that god I thee swere,
That, as him list, may al this world governe,
And, if I lye, Achilles with his spere
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Myn herte cleve, al were my lyf eterne,
As I am mortal, if I late or yerne