213. But nathelees, myn owene lady bright,
Yit were it so that I wiste outrely,
That I, your humble servaunt and your knight,
Were in your herte set so fermely
As ye in myn, the which thing, trewely,
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Me lever [were] than [thise worldes tweyne],
Yet sholde I bet enduren al my peyne.'
214. To that Cryseyde answerde right anoon,
And with a syk she seyde, 'O herte dere,