Shul putte al night his lyf in Iupartye
For thing of nought! Now, by that god above,
Nought only this delay comth of folye,
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But of malyce, if that I shal nought lye.
What, platly, and ye suffre him in distresse,
Ye neither bountee doon ne gentilesse!'
127. Quod tho Criseyde, 'wole ye doon o thing,
And ye therwith shal stinte al his disese;
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