85. Wel hastow, lord, y-wroke on me thyn ire,
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Thou mighty god, and dredful for to greve!
Now mercy, lord, thou wost wel I desire
Thy grace most, of alle lustes leve.
And live and deye I wol in thy bileve;
For which I naxe in guerdon but a bone,
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That thou Criseyde ayein me sende sone.
86. Distreyne hir herte as faste to retorne