For harmes mighte folwen, mo than two,
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If it were wist; but be thou in gladnesse,
And lat me sterve, unknowe, of my distresse.'
89. 'How hastow thus unkindely and longe
Hid this fro me, thou fool?' quod Pandarus;
'Paraunter thou might after swich oon longe,
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That myn avys anoon may helpen us.'
'This were a wonder thing,' quod Troylus,