An hundred sythe, a-twixen noon and pryme;
Refiguringe hir shap, hir womanhede,
With-inne his herte, and every word and dede
475
That passed was, and thus he droof to an ende
The ferthe day, and seyde, he wolde wende.
69. And seyde, 'leve brother Pandarus,
Intendestow that we shul [herë] bleve
Til Sarpedoun wol forth [congeyen us]?
480