And her-upon ye may answere him sende.
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And, for the love of god, my nece dere,
So leef this wo er Troilus be here.'
129. 'Gret is my wo,' quod she, and sighte sore,
As she that feleth dedly sharp distresse;
'But yet to me his sorwe is muchel more,
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That love him bet than he him-self, I gesse.
Allas! for me hath he swich hevinesse?