| 540 | This wordes and ful manye an other to |
| He spak, and called ever in his compleynte |
| Hir name, for to tellen hir his wo, |
| Til neigh that he in salte teeres dreynte. |
| Al was for nought, she herde nought his pleynte; |
| 545 | And whan that he bithoughte on that folye, |
| A thousand fold his wo gan multiplye. |
| Biwayling in his chambre thus allone, |
| A freend of his, that called was Pandare, |
| Com ones in unwar, and herde him grone, |
| 550 | And say his freend in swich distresse and care: |
| `Allas!' quod he, `who causeth al this fare? |
| O mercy, God! What unhap may this mene? |
| Han now thus sone Grekes maad yow lene? |
| `Or hastow som remors of conscience, |
| 555 | And art now falle in som devocioun, |
| And waylest for thy synne and thyn offence, |
| And hast for ferde caught attricioun? |
| God save hem that bi-seged han our toun, |
| And so can leye our jolyte on presse, |
| 560 | And bring our lusty folk to holinesse!' |
| These wordes seyde he for the nones alle, |
| That with swich thing he mighte him angry maken, |
| And with an angre don his sorwe falle, |
| As for the tyme, and his corage awaken; |
| 565 | But wel he wist, as fer as tonges spaken, |
| Ther nas a man of gretter hardynesse |
| Than he, ne more desired worthynesse. |
| `What cas,' quod Troilus, `or what aventure |
| Hath gyded thee to see my languisshinge, |
| 570 | That am refus of every creature? |
| But for the love of God, at my preyinge, |
| Go henne a-way, for certes, my deyinge |
| Wol thee disese, and I mot nedes deye; |
| Therfore go wey, ther is no more to seye. |
| 575 | `But if thou wene I be thus sik for drede, |
| It is not so, and therfor scorne nought; |
| Ther is another thing I take of hede |
| Wel more than ought the Grekes han ywrought, |
| Which cause is of my deeth, for sorwe and thought. |
| 580 | But though that I now telle thee it ne leste, |
| Be thou nought wrooth; I hyde it for the beste.' |
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