'Now blisful Venus helpe, er that I sterve,
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Of thee, Pandare, I may som thank deserve.
146. But, dere frend, how shal myn wo ben lesse
Til this be doon? and goode, eek tel me this,
How wiltow seyn of me and my destresse?
Lest she be wrooth, this drede I most, y-wis,
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Or nil not here or trowen how it is.
Al this drede I, and eek for the manere