And him in armes took, and ofte keste.
1520
218. Agayns his wil, sin it mot nedes be,
This Troilus up roos, and faste him cledde,
And in his armes took his lady free
An hundred tyme, and on his wey him spedde,
And with swich wordes as his herte bledde,
1525
He seyde, 'farewel, my dere herte swete,
Ther god us graunte sounde and sone to mete!'