For sone hope I we shulle ben alle merie.'
137. This Troilus ful sone on knees him sette
Ful sobrely, right by hir beddes heed,
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And in his beste wyse his lady grette;
But lord, so she wex sodeynliche reed!
Ne, though men sholden smyten of hir heed,
She coude nought a word a-right out-bringe
So sodeynly, for his sodeyn cominge.
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