Why wiltow me fro Ioye thus depryve?
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O Troilus, what may men now thee calle
But wrecche of wrecches, out of honour falle
In-to [miserie], in which I wol biwayle
Criseyde, allas! til that the breeth me fayle?
40. Allas, Fortune! if that my lyf in Ioye
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Displesed hadde un-to thy foule envye,
Why ne haddestow my fader, king of Troye,