113. Myn herte and eek the woful goost ther-inne
Biquethe I, with your spirit to compleyne
Eternally, for they shul never twinne.
For though in erthe y-twinned be we tweyne,
Yet in the feld of pitee, out of peyne,
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That hight [Elysos], shul we been y-fere,
As Orpheus and Erudice his fere.
114. Thus herte myn, for Antenor, allas!
I sone shal be chaunged, as I wene.