And wher him list upon his wey he spedde;
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But Troilus, that thoughte his herte bledde
For wo, til that he herde som tydinge,
He seyde, 'freend, shal I now wepe or singe?'
137. Quod Pandarus, 'ly stille, and lat me slepe,
And don thyn hood, thy nedes spedde be;
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And chese, if thou wolt singe or daunce or lepe;
At shorte wordes, thow shall trowe me.—