And clepe ayein the beautee of your face,
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That ye with salte teres so deface.
For Troye is brought in swich a Iupartye,
That, it to save, is now no remedye.
132. And thenketh wel, ye shal in Grekes finde,
A more parfit love, er it be night,
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Than any Troyan is, and more kinde,
And bet to serven yow wol doon his might.