38. Than seyde he thus, 'Fortune! allas the whyle!
What have I doon, what have I thus a-gilt?
How mightestow for reuthe me bigyle?
Is ther no grace, and shal I [thus] be spilt?
Shal thus Criseyde awey, for that thou wilt?
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Allas! how maystow in thyn herte finde
To been to me thus cruel and unkinde?
39. Have I thee nought honoured al my lyve,
As thou wel wost, above the goddes alle?