In cursed tyme I born was, weylaway!
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That ye, that doon me al this wo endure,
Yet love I best of any creature.
244. Now god,' quod he, 'me sende yet the grace
That I may meten with this Diomede!
And trewely, if I have might and space,
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Yet shal I make, I hope, his sydes blede.
O god,' quod he, 'that oughtest taken hede