Til at the laste, 'O good eem,' quod she tho,
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'For love of god, which that us bothe made,
Tel me how first ye wisten of his wo:
Wot noon of hit but ye?' He seyde, 'no.'
'Can he wel speke of love?' quod she, 'I preye,
Tel me, for I the bet me shal purveye.'
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73. Tho Pandarus a litel gan to smyle,
And seyde, 'by my trouthe, I shal yow telle.