Com of therfore, and bringeth him to hele.'

251. But now to yow, ye lovers that ben here,

Was Troilus nought in a cankedort,

That lay, and mighte whispringe of hem here,

And thoughte, 'O lord, right now renneth my sort

Fully to dye, or han anoon comfort';

And was the firste tyme he shulde hir preye

Of love; O mighty god, what shal he seye?