'So wol I doon, now herkneth, I shal telle:
46. Now, nece myn, the kinges dere sone,
The goode, wyse, worthy, fresshe, and free,
[Which] alwey for to do wel is his wone,
The noble Troilus, so loveth thee,
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That, bot ye helpe, it wol his bane be.
Lo, here is al, what sholde I more seye?
Doth what yow list, to make him live or deye.
47. But if ye lete him deye, I wol sterve;