Gan for to wepe as tendreliche as he;
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And specheles thus been thise ilke tweye,
That neyther mighte o word for sorwe seye.
54. But at the laste this woful Troilus,
Ney deed for smert, gan bresten out to rore,
And with a sorwful noyse he seyde thus,
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Among his sobbes and his sykes sore,
'Lo! Pandare, I am deed, with-outen more.