But nathelees, though that I sholde deye,
That thou art noon of tho, that dorste I seye.
134. Now [beet] thy brest, and sey to god of love,
"Thy grace, lord! for now I me repente
If I mis spak, for now my-self I love:"
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Thus sey with al thyn herte in good entente.'
Quod Troilus, 'a! lord! I me consente,
And pray to thee my Iapes thou foryive,
And I shal never-more whyl I live.'