I roughte nought though that she stode and herde
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How that thou seyst; but fare-wel, I wol go.
A-dieu! be glad! god spede us bothe two!
Yif me this labour and this besinesse,
And of my speed be thyn al that swetnesse.'
150. Tho Troilus gan doun on knees to falle,
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And Pandare in his armes hente faste,
And seyde, 'now, fy on the Grekes alle!