125. 'Hadde I him never leef? By god, I wene
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Ye hadde never thing so leef,' quod she.
'Now by my thrift,' quod he, 'that shal be sene;
For, sin ye make this ensample of me,
If I al night wolde him in sorwe see
For al the tresour in the toun of Troye,
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I bidde god, I never mote have Ioye!
126. Now loke thanne, if ye, that been his love,