For love of god, to don that reverence,
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To stinte noyse, and yeve him audience.
11. Thanne seyde he thus, 'lo! lordes myne, I was
Troian, as it is knowen out of drede;
And if that yow remembre, I am Calkas,
That alderfirst yaf comfort to your nede,
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And tolde wel how that ye sholden spede.
For dredelees, thorugh yow, shal, in a stounde,