Nor of his peyne, or what-so-ever he thoughte.
72. But than fel to this Troylus such wo,
That he was wel neigh wood; for ay his drede
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Was this, that she som wight had loved so,
That never of him she wolde have taken hede;
For whiche him thoughte he felte his herte blede.
Ne of his wo ne dorste he not biginne
To tellen it, for al this world to winne.
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