198. Which with your cominge hoom ayein to Troye
Ye may redresse, and, more a thousand sythe
Than ever ich hadde, encressen in me Ioye.
For was ther never herte yet so blythe
To han his lyf, as I shal been as swythe
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As I yow see; and, though no maner routhe
Commeve yow, yet thinketh on your trouthe.
199. And if so be my gilt hath deeth deserved,
Or if you list no more up-on me see,