90. This Troilus sat on his baye stede,
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Al armed, save his heed, ful richely,
And wounded was his hors, and gan to blede,
On whiche he rood , ful softely;
But swych a knightly sighte, trewely,
As was on him, was nought, with-outen faile,
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To loke on Mars, that god is of batayle.
91. So lyk a man of armes and a knight