The game, y-wis, so ferforth now is goon,
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That first shal [Phebus falle fro his spere],
And every egle been the dowves fere,
And every roche out of his place sterte,
Er Troilus out of Criseydes herte!
215. Ye be so depe in-with myn herte grave,
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That, though I wolde it turne out of my thought,
As wisly verray god my soule save,