And weyveth wrecches, [for hir cowardyse].
87. And though thy lady wolde a [litel] hir greve,
Thou shalt thy pees ful wel here-after make,
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But as for me, certayn, I can not leve
That she wolde it as now for yvel take.
Why sholde than [for ferd] thyn herte quake?
Thenk eek how Paris hath, that is thy brother,
A love; and why shaltow not have another?
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