Than ever was Eleyne or Polixene.
66. Eek of the day ther passed nought an houre
[That] to him-self a thousand tyme he seyde,
'Good goodly, to whom serve I and laboure,
As I best can, now wolde god, Criseyde,
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Ye wolden on me rewe er that I deyde!
My dere herte, allas! myn hele and hewe
And lyf is lost, but ye wole on me rewe.'
67. Alle othere dredes weren from him [fledde],