So thryve I, this night shal I make it wel,
Or [casten] al the gruwel in the fyre.'
'Yit blisful Venus, this night thou me enspyre,'
Quod Troilus, 'as wis as I thee serve,
And ever bet and bet shal, til I sterve.
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103. And if I hadde, O Venus ful of murthe,
[Aspectes badde] of Mars or of Saturne,
Or thou [combust] or [let] were in my birthe,
Thy fader prey al thilke harm disturne