But canstow [pleyen raket], to and fro,
[Netle in, dokke out], now this, now that, Pandare?
[Now foule falle hir], for thy wo that care!
67. Thow farest eek by me, thou Pandarus,
As he, that whan a wight is wo bi-goon,
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He cometh to him a pas, and seyth right thus,
"Thenk not on smert, and thou shalt fele noon."
Thou most me first transmuwen in a stoon,
And reve me my passiounes alle,