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The Knight's Tale

Here biginneth the Knightes Tale.

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[Statius, Thebaid]

859. Whylom, as olde stories tellen us,
860. Ther was a duk that highte Theseus;
861. Of Athenes he was lord and governour,
862. And in his tyme swich a conquerour,
863. That gretter was ther noon under the sonne.
864. Ful many a riche contree hadde he wonne;
865. What with his wisdom and his chivalrye,
866. He conquered al the regne of Femenye,
867. That whylom was y-cleped Scithia;
868. And weddede the quene Ipolita,
869. And broghte hir hoom with him in his contree
870. With muchel glorie and greet solempnitee,
871. And eek hir yonge suster Emelye.
872. And thus with victorie and with melodye
873. Lete I this noble duk to Athenes ryde,
874. And al his hoost, in armes, him bisyde.
875. And certes, if it nere to long to here,
876. I wolde han told yow fully the manere,
877. How wonnen was the regne of Femenye
878. By Theseus, and by his chivalrye;
879. And of the grete bataille for the nones
880. Bitwixen Athenës and Amazones;
881. And how asseged was Ipolita,
882. The faire hardy quene of Scithia;
883. And of the feste that was at hir weddinge,
884. And of the tempest at hir hoom-cominge;
885. But al that thing I moot as now forbere.
886. I have, God woot, a large feeld to ere,
887. And wayke been the oxen in my plough.
888. The remenant of the tale is long y-nough.
889. I wol nat letten eek noon of this route;
890. Lat every felawe telle his tale aboute,
891. And lat see now who shal the soper winne;
892. And ther I lefte, I wol ageyn biginne.
893. This duk, of whom I make mencioun,
894. When he was come almost unto the toun,
895. In al his wele and in his moste pryde,
896. He was war, as he caste his eye asyde,
897. Wher that ther kneled in the hye weye
898. A companye of ladies, tweye and tweye,
899. Ech after other, clad in clothes blake;
900. But swich a cry and swich a wo they make,
901. That in this world nis creature livinge,
902. That herde swich another weymentinge;
903. And of this cry they nolde never stenten,
904. Til they the reynes of his brydel henten.
905. ‘What folk ben ye, that at myn hoom-cominge
906. Perturben so my feste with cryinge?’
907. Quod Theseus, ‘have ye so greet envye
908. Of myn honour, that thus compleyne and crye?
909. Or who hath yow misboden, or offended?
910. And telleth me if it may been amended;
911. And why that ye ben clothed thus in blak?’
912. The eldest lady of hem alle spak,
913. When she hadde swowned with a deedly chere,
914. That it was routhe for to seen and here,
915. And seyde: ‘Lord, to whom Fortune hath yiven
916. Victorie, and as a conquerour to liven,
917. Noght greveth us your glorie and your honour;
918. But we biseken mercy and socour.
919. Have mercy on our wo and our distresse.
920. Som drope of pitee, thurgh thy gentillesse,
921. Up-on us wrecched wommen lat thou falle.
922. For certes, lord, ther nis noon of us alle,
923. That she nath been a duchesse or a quene;
924. Now be we caitifs, as it is wel sene:
925. Thanked be Fortune, and hir false wheel,
926. That noon estat assureth to be weel.
927. And certes, lord, to abyden your presence,
928. Here in the temple of the goddesse Clemence
929. We han ben waytinge al this fourtenight;
930. Now help us, lord, sith it is in thy might.
931. I wrecche, which that wepe and waille thus,
932. Was whylom wyf to king Capaneus,
933. That starf at Thebes, cursed be that day!
934. And alle we, that been in this array,
935. And maken al this lamentacioun,
936. We losten alle our housbondes at that toun,
937. Whyl that the sege ther-aboute lay.
938. And yet now the olde Creon, weylaway!
939. That lord is now of Thebes the citee,
940. Fulfild of ire and of iniquitee,
941. He, for despyt, and for his tirannye,
942. To do the dede bodyes vileinye,
943. Of alle our lordes, whiche that ben slawe,
944. Hath alle the bodyes on an heep y-drawe,
945. And wol nat suffren hem, by noon assent,
946. Neither to been y-buried nor y-brent,
947. But maketh houndes ete hem in despyt.’
948. And with that word, with-outen more respyt,
949. They fillen gruf, and cryden pitously,
950. ‘Have on us wrecched wommen som mercy,
951. And lat our sorwe sinken in thyn herte.’
952. This gentil duk doun from his courser sterte
953. With herte pitous, whan he herde hem speke.
954. Him thoughte that his herte wolde breke,
955. Whan he saugh hem so pitous and so mat,
956. That whylom weren of so greet estat.
957. And in his armes he hem alle up hente,
958. And hem conforteth in ful good entente;
959. And swoor his ooth, as he was trewe knight,
960. He wolde doon so ferforthly his might
961. Up-on the tyraunt Creon hem to wreke,
962. That al the peple of Grece sholde speke
963. How Creon was of Theseus y-served,
964. As he that hadde his deeth ful wel deserved.
965. And right anoon, with-outen more abood,
966. His baner he desplayeth, and forth rood
967. To Thebes-ward, and al his host bisyde;
968. No neer Athenës wolde he go ne ryde,
969. Ne take his ese fully half a day,
970. But onward on his wey that night he lay;
971. And sente anoon Ipolita the quene,
972. And Emelye hir yonge suster shene,
973. Un-to the toun of Athenës to dwelle;
974. And forth he rit; ther nis namore to telle.
975. The rede statue of Mars, with spere and targe,
976. So shyneth in his whyte baner large,
977. That alle the feeldes gliteren up and doun;
978. And by his baner born is his penoun
979. Of gold ful riche, in which ther was y-bete
980. The Minotaur, which that he slough in Crete.
981. Thus rit this duk, thus rit this conquerour,
982. And in his host of chivalrye the flour,
983. Til that he cam to Thebes, and alighte
984. Faire in a feeld, ther as he thoghte fighte.
985. But shortly for to speken of this thing,
986. With Creon, which that was of Thebes king,
987. He faught, and slough him manly as a knight
988. In pleyn bataille, and putte the folk to flight;
989. And by assaut he wan the citee after,
990. And rente adoun bothe wal, and sparre, and rafter;
991. And to the ladyes he restored agayn
992. The bones of hir housbondes that were slayn,
993. To doon obsequies, as was tho the gyse.
994. But it were al to long for to devyse
995. The grete clamour and the waymentinge
996. That the ladyes made at the brenninge
997. Of the bodyes, and the grete honour
998. That Theseus, the noble conquerour,
999. Doth to the ladyes, whan they from him wente;
1000. But shortly for to telle is myn entente.
1001. Whan that this worthy duk, this Theseus,
1002. Hath Creon slayn, and wonne Thebes thus,
1003. Stille in that feeld he took al night his reste,
1004. And dide with al the contree as him leste.
1005. To ransake in the tas of bodyes dede,
1006. Hem for to strepe of harneys and of wede,
1007. The pilours diden bisinesse and cure,
1008. After the bataille and disconfiture.
1009. And so bifel, that in the tas they founde,
1010. Thurgh-girt with many a grevous blody wounde,
1011. Two yonge knightes ligging by and by,
1012. Bothe in oon armes, wroght ful richely,
1013. Of whiche two, Arcita hight that oon,
1014. And that other knight hight Palamon.
1015. Nat fully quike, ne fully dede they were,
1016. But by hir cote-armures, and by hir gere,
1017. The heraudes knewe hem best in special,
1018. As they that weren of the blood royal
1019. Of Thebes, and of sustren two y-born.
1020. Out of the tas the pilours han hem torn,
1021. And han hem caried softe un-to the tente
1022. Of Theseus, and he ful sone hem sente
1023. To Athenës, to dwellen in prisoun
1024. Perpetuelly, he nolde no raunsoun.
1025. And whan this worthy duk hath thus y-don,
1026. He took his host, and hoom he rood anon
1027. With laurer crowned as a conquerour;
1028. And there he liveth, in Ioye and in honour,
1029. Terme of his lyf; what nedeth wordes mo?
1030. And in a tour, in angwish and in wo,
1031. Dwellen this Palamoun and eek Arcite,
1032. For evermore, ther may no gold hem quyte.
1033. This passeth yeer by yeer, and day by day,
1034. Til it fil ones, in a morwe of May,
1035. That Emelye, that fairer was to sene
1036. Than is the lilie upon his stalke grene,
1037. And fressher than the May with floures newe—
1038. For with the rose colour stroof hir hewe,
1039. I noot which was the fairer of hem two—
1040. Er it were day, as was hir wone to do,
1041. She was arisen, and al redy dight;
1042. For May wol have no slogardye a-night.
1043. The sesoun priketh every gentil herte,
1044. And maketh him out of his sleep to sterte,
1045. And seith, ‘Arys, and do thyn observaunce.’
1046. This maked Emelye have remembraunce
1047. To doon honour to May, and for to ryse.
1048. Y-clothed was she fresh, for to devyse;
1049. Hir yelow heer was broyded in a tresse,
1050. Bihinde hir bak, a yerde long, I gesse.
1051. And in the gardin, at the sonne up-riste,
1052. She walketh up and doun, and as hir liste
1053. She gadereth floures, party whyte and rede,
1054. To make a sotil gerland for hir hede,
1055. And as an aungel hevenly she song.
1056. The grete tour, that was so thikke and strong,
1057. Which of the castel was the chief dongeoun,
1058. (Ther-as the knightes weren in prisoun,
1059. Of whiche I tolde yow, and tellen shal)
1060. Was evene Ioynant to the gardin-wal,
1061. Ther as this Emelye hadde hir pleyinge.
1062. Bright was the sonne, and cleer that morweninge,
1063. And Palamon, this woful prisoner,
1064. As was his wone, by leve of his gayler,
1065. Was risen, and romed in a chambre on heigh,
1066. In which he al the noble citee seigh,
1067. And eek the gardin, ful of braunches grene,
1068. Ther-as this fresshe Emelye the shene
1069. Was in hir walk, and romed up and doun.
1070. This sorweful prisoner, this Palamoun,
1071. Goth in the chambre, roming to and fro,
1072. And to him-self compleyning of his wo;
1073. That he was born, ful ofte he seyde, ‘alas!’
1074. And so bifel, by aventure or cas,
1075. That thurgh a window, thikke of many a barre
1076. Of yren greet, and square as any sparre,
1077. He caste his eye upon Emelya,
1078. And ther-with-al he bleynte, and cryde ‘a!’
1079. As though he stongen were un-to the herte.
1080. And with that cry Arcite anon up-sterte,
1081. And seyde, ‘Cosin myn, what eyleth thee,
1082. That art so pale and deedly on to see?
1083. Why crydestow? who hath thee doon offence?
1084. For Goddes love, tak al in pacience
1085. Our prisoun, for it may non other be;
1086. Fortune hath yeven us this adversitee.
1087. Som wikke aspect or disposicioun
1088. Of Saturne, by sum constellacioun,
1089. Hath yeven us this, al-though we hadde it sworn;
1090. So stood the heven whan that we were born;
1091. We moste endure it: this is the short and pleyn.’
1092. This Palamon answerde, and seyde ageyn,
1093. ‘Cosyn, for sothe, of this opinioun
1094. Thou hast a veyn imaginacioun.
1095. This prison caused me nat for to crye.
1096. But I was hurt right now thurgh-out myn yë
1097. In-to myn herte, that wol my bane be.
1098. The fairnesse of that lady that I see
1099. Yond in the gardin romen to and fro,
1100. Is cause of al my crying and my wo.
1101. I noot wher she be womman or goddesse;
1102. But Venus is it, soothly, as I gesse.’
1103. And ther-with-al on kneës doun he fil,
1104. And seyde: ‘Venus, if it be thy wil
1105. Yow in this gardin thus to transfigure
1106. Bifore me, sorweful wrecche creature,
1107. Out of this prisoun help that we may scapen.
1108. And if so be my destinee be shapen
1109. By eterne word to dyen in prisoun,
1110. Of our linage have som compassioun,
1111. That is so lowe y-broght by tirannye.’
1112. And with that word Arcite gan espye
1113. Wher-as this lady romed to and fro.
1114. And with that sighte hir beautee hurte him so,
1115. That, if that Palamon was wounded sore,
1116. Arcite is hurt as muche as he, or more.
1117. And with a sigh he seyde pitously:
1118. ‘The fresshe beautee sleeth me sodeynly
1119. Of hir that rometh in the yonder place;
1120. And, but I have hir mercy and hir grace,
1121. That I may seen hir atte leeste weye,
1122. I nam but deed; ther nis namore to seye.’
1123. This Palamon, whan he tho wordes herde,
1124. Dispitously he loked, and answerde:
1125. ‘Whether seistow this in ernest or in pley?’
1126. ‘Nay,’ quod Arcite, ‘in ernest, by my fey!
1127. God help me so, me list ful yvele pleye.’
1128. This Palamon gan knitte his browes tweye:
1129. ‘It nere,’ quod he, ‘to thee no greet honour
1130. For to be fals, ne for to be traytour
1131. To me, that am thy cosin and thy brother
1132. Y-sworn ful depe, and ech of us til other,
1133. That never, for to dyen in the peyne,
1134. Til that the deeth departe shal us tweyne,
1135. Neither of us in love to hindren other,
1136. Ne in non other cas, my leve brother;
1137. But that thou sholdest trewely forthren me
1138. In every cas, and I shal forthren thee.
1139. This was thyn ooth, and myn also, certeyn;
1140. I wot right wel, thou darst it nat withseyn.
1141. Thus artow of my counseil, out of doute.
1142. And now thou woldest falsly been aboute
1143. To love my lady, whom I love and serve,
1144. And ever shal, til that myn herte sterve.
1145. Now certes, fals Arcite, thou shalt nat so.
1146. I loved hir first, and tolde thee my wo
1147. As to my counseil, and my brother sworn
1148. To forthre me, as I have told biforn.
1149. For which thou art y-bounden as a knight
1150. To helpen me, if it lay in thy might,
1151. Or elles artow fals, I dar wel seyn.’
1152. This Arcitë ful proudly spak ageyn,
1153. ‘Thou shalt,’ quod he, ‘be rather fals than I;
1154. But thou art fals, I telle thee utterly;
1155. For par amour I loved hir first er thow.
1156. What wiltow seyn? thou wistest nat yet now
1157. Whether she be a womman or goddesse!
1158. Thyn is affeccioun of holinesse,
1159. And myn is love, as to a creature;
1160. For which I tolde thee myn aventure
1161. As to my cosin, and my brother sworn.
1162. I pose, that thou lovedest hir biforn;
1163. Wostow nat wel the olde clerkes sawe,
1164. That ‘who shal yeve a lover any lawe?’
1165. Love is a gretter lawe, by my pan,
1166. Than may be yeve to any erthly man.
1167. And therefore positif lawe and swich decree
1168. Is broke al-day for love, in ech degree.
1169. A man moot nedes love, maugree his heed.
1170. He may nat fleen it, thogh he sholde be deed,
1171. Al be she mayde, or widwe, or elles wyf.
1172. And eek it is nat lykly, al thy lyf,
1173. To stonden in hir grace; namore shal I;
1174. For wel thou woost thy-selven, verraily,
1175. That thou and I be dampned to prisoun
1176. Perpetuelly; us gayneth no raunsoun.
1177. We stryve as dide the houndes for the boon,
1178. They foughte al day, and yet hir part was noon;
1179. Ther cam a kyte, whyl that they were wrothe,
1180. And bar awey the boon bitwixe hem bothe.
1181. And therfore, at the kinges court, my brother,
1182. Ech man for him-self, ther is non other.
1183. Love if thee list; for I love and ay shal;
1184. And soothly, leve brother, this is al.
1185. Here in this prisoun mote we endure,
1186. And everich of us take his aventure.’
1187. Greet was the stryf and long bitwixe hem tweye,
1188. If that I hadde leyser for to seye;
1189. But to theffect. It happed on a day,
1190. (To telle it yow as shortly as I may)
1191. A worthy duk that highte Perotheus,
1192. That felawe was un-to duk Theseus
1193. Sin thilke day that they were children lyte,
1194. Was come to Athenes, his felawe to visyte,
1195. And for to pleye, as he was wont to do,
1196. For in this world he loved no man so:
1197. And he loved him as tendrely ageyn.
1198. So wel they loved, as olde bokes seyn,
1199. That whan that oon was deed, sothly to telle,
1200. His felawe wente and soghte him doun in helle;
1201. But of that story list me nat to wryte.
1202. Duk Perotheus loved wel Arcite,
1203. And hadde him knowe at Thebes yeer by yere;
1204. And fynally, at requeste and preyere
1205. Of Perotheus, with-oute any raunsoun,
1206. Duk Theseus him leet out of prisoun,
1207. Freely to goon, wher that him liste over-al,
1208. In swich a gyse, as I you tellen shal.
1209. This was the forward, pleynly for tendyte,
1210. Bitwixen Theseus and him Arcite:
1211. That if so were, that Arcite were y-founde
1212. Ever in his lyf, by day or night or stounde
1213. In any contree of this Theseus,
1214. And he were caught, it was acorded thus,
1215. That with a swerd he sholde lese his heed;
1216. Ther nas non other remedye ne reed,
1217. But taketh his leve, and homward he him spedde;
1218. Let him be war, his nekke lyth to wedde!
1219. How greet a sorwe suffreth now Arcite!
1220. The deeth he feleth thurgh his herte smyte;
1221. He wepeth, wayleth, cryeth pitously;
1222. To sleen him-self he wayteth prively.
1223. He seyde, ‘Allas that day that I was born!
1224. Now is my prison worse than biforn;
1225. Now is me shape eternally to dwelle
1226. Noght in purgatorie, but in helle.
1227. Allas! that ever knew I Perotheus!
1228. For elles hadde I dwelled with Theseus
1229. Y-fetered in his prisoun ever-mo.
1230. Than hadde I been in blisse, and nat in wo.
1231. Only the sighte of hir, whom that I serve,
1232. Though that I never hir grace may deserve,
1233. Wolde han suffised right y-nough for me.
1234. O dere cosin Palamon,’ quod he,
1235. ‘Thyn is the victorie of this aventure,
1236. Ful blisfully in prison maistow dure;
1237. In prison? certes nay, but in paradys!
1238. Wel hath fortune y-turned thee the dys,
1239. That hast the sighte of hir, and I thabsence.
1240. For possible is, sin thou hast hir presence,
1241. And art a knight, a worthy and an able,
1242. That by som cas, sin fortune is chaungeable,
1243. Thou mayst to thy desyr som-tyme atteyne.
1244. But I, that am exyled, and bareyne
1245. Of alle grace, and in so greet despeir,
1246. That ther nis erthe, water, fyr, ne eir,
1247. Ne creature, that of hem maked is,
1248. That may me helpe or doon confort in this.
1249. Wel oughte I sterve in wanhope and distresse;
1250. Farwel my lyf, my lust, and my gladnesse!
1251. Allas, why pleynen folk so in commune
1252. Of purveyaunce of God, or of fortune,
1253. That yeveth hem ful ofte in many a gyse
1254. Wel bettre than they can hem-self devyse?
1255. Som man desyreth for to han richesse,
1256. That cause is of his mordre or greet siknesse.
1257. And som man wolde out of his prison fayn,
1258. That in his hous is of his meynee slayn.
1259. Infinite harmes been in this matere;
1260. We witen nat what thing we preyen here.
1261. We faren as he that dronke is as a mous;
1262. A dronke man wot wel he hath an hous,
1263. But he noot which the righte wey is thider;
1264. And to a dronke man the wey is slider.
1265. And certes, in this world so faren we;
1266. We seken faste after felicitee,
1267. But we goon wrong ful often, trewely.
1268. Thus may we seyen alle, and namely I,
1269. That wende and hadde a greet opinioun,
1270. That, if I mighte escapen from prisoun,
1271. Than hadde I been in Ioye and perfit hele,
1272. Ther now I am exyled fro my wele.
1273. Sin that I may nat seen yow, Emelye,
1274. I nam but deed; ther nis no remedye.’
1275. Up-on that other syde Palamon,
1276. Whan that he wiste Arcite was agon,
1277. Swich sorwe he maketh, that the grete tour
1278. Resouneth of his youling and clamour.
1279. The pure fettres on his shines grete
1280. Weren of his bittre salte teres wete.
1281. ‘Allas!’ quod he, ‘Arcita, cosin myn,
1282. Of al our stryf, God woot, the fruyt is thyn.
1283. Thow walkest now in Thebes at thy large,
1284. And of my wo thou yevest litel charge.
1285. Thou mayst, sin thou hast wisdom and manhede,
1286. Assemblen alle the folk of our kinrede,
1287. And make a werre so sharp on this citee,
1288. That by som aventure, or som tretee,
1289. Thou mayst have hir to lady and to wyf,
1290. For whom that I mot nedes lese my lyf.
1291. For, as by wey of possibilitee,
1292. Sith thou art at thy large, of prison free,
1293. And art a lord, greet is thyn avauntage,
1294. More than is myn, that sterve here in a cage.
1295. For I mot wepe and wayle, whyl I live,
1296. With al the wo that prison may me yive,
1297. And eek with peyne that love me yiveth also,
1298. That doubleth al my torment and my wo.’
1299. Ther-with the fyr of Ielousye up-sterte
1300. With-inne his brest, and hente him by the herte
1301. So woodly, that he lyk was to biholde
1302. The box-tree, or the asshen dede and colde.
1303. Tho seyde he; ‘O cruel goddes, that governe
1304. This world with binding of your word eterne,
1305. And wryten in the table of athamaunt
1306. Your parlement, and your eterne graunt,
1307. What is mankinde more un-to yow holde
1308. Than is the sheep, that rouketh in the folde?
1309. For slayn is man right as another beste,
1310. And dwelleth eek in prison and areste,
1311. And hath siknesse, and greet adversitee,
1312. And ofte tymes giltelees, pardee!
1313. What governaunce is in this prescience,
1314. That giltelees tormenteth innocence?
1315. And yet encreseth this al my penaunce,
1316. That man is bounden to his observaunce,
1317. For Goddes sake, to letten of his wille,
1318. Ther as a beest may al his lust fulfille.
1319. And whan a beest is deed, he hath no peyne;
1320. But man after his deeth moot wepe and pleyne,
1321. Though in this world he have care and wo:
1322. With-outen doute it may stonden so.
1323. The answere of this I lete to divynis,
1324. But wel I woot, that in this world gret pyne is.
1325. Allas! I see a serpent or a theef,
1326. That many a trewe man hath doon mescheef,
1327. Goon at his large, and wher him list may turne.
1328. But I mot been in prison thurgh Saturne,
1329. And eek thurgh Iuno, Ialous and eek wood,
1330. That hath destroyed wel ny al the blood
1331. Of Thebes, with his waste walles wyde.
1332. And Venus sleeth me on that other syde
1333. For Ielousye, and fere of him Arcite.’
1334. Now wol I stinte of Palamon a lyte,
1335. And lete him in his prison stille dwelle,
1336. And of Arcita forth I wol yow telle.
1337. The somer passeth, and the nightes longe
1338. Encresen double wyse the peynes stronge
1339. Bothe of the lovere and the prisoner.
1340. I noot which hath the wofullere mester.
1341. For shortly for to seyn, this Palamoun
1342. Perpetuelly is dampned to prisoun,
1343. In cheynes and in fettres to ben deed;
1344. And Arcite is exyled upon his heed
1345. For ever-mo as out of that contree,
1346. Ne never-mo he shal his lady see.
1347. Yow loveres axe I now this questioun,
1348. Who hath the worse, Arcite or Palamoun?
1349. That oon may seen his lady day by day,
1350. But in prison he moot dwelle alway.
1351. That other wher him list may ryde or go,
1352. But seen his lady shal he never-mo.
1353. Now demeth as yow liste, ye that can,
1354. For I wol telle forth as I bigan.

Explicit prima Pars.
Sequitur pars secunda.

1355. Whan that Arcite to Thebes comen was,
1356. Ful ofte a day he swelte and seyde ‘allas,’
1357. For seen his lady shal he never-mo.
1358. And shortly to concluden al his wo,
1359. So muche sorwe had never creature
1360. That is, or shal, whyl that the world may dure.
1361. His sleep, his mete, his drink is him biraft,
1362. That lene he wex, and drye as is a shaft.
1363. His eyen holwe, and grisly to biholde;
1364. His hewe falwe, and pale as asshen colde,
1365. And solitarie he was, and ever allone,
1366. And wailling al the night, making his mone.
1367. And if he herde song or instrument,
1368. Then wolde he wepe, he mighte nat be stent;
1369. So feble eek were his spirits, and so lowe,
1370. And chaunged so, that no man coude knowe
1371. His speche nor his vois, though men it herde.
1372. And in his gere, for al the world he ferde
1373. Nat oonly lyk the loveres maladye
1374. Of Hereos, but rather lyk manye
1375. Engendred of humour malencolyk,
1376. Biforen, in his celle fantastyk.
1377. And shortly, turned was al up-so-doun
1378. Bothe habit and eek disposicioun
1379. Of him, this woful lovere daun Arcite.
1380. What sholde I al-day of his wo endyte?
1381. Whan he endured hadde a yeer or two
1382. This cruel torment, and this peyne and wo,
1383. At Thebes, in his contree, as I seyde,
1384. Up-on a night, in sleep as he him leyde,
1385. Him thoughte how that the winged god Mercurie
1386. Biforn him stood, and bad him to be murye.
1387. His slepy yerde in hond he bar uprighte;
1388. An hat he werede up-on his heres brighte.
1389. Arrayed was this god (as he took keep)
1390. As he was whan that Argus took his sleep;
1391. And seyde him thus: ‘To Athenes shaltou wende;
1392. Ther is thee shapen of thy wo an ende.’
1393. And with that word Arcite wook and sterte.
1394. ‘Now trewely, how sore that me smerte,’
1395. Quod he, ‘to Athenes right now wol I fare;
1396. Ne for the drede of deeth shal I nat spare
1397. To see my lady, that I love and serve;
1398. In hir presence I recche nat to sterve.’
1399. And with that word he caughte a greet mirour,
1400. And saugh that chaunged was al his colour,
1401. And saugh his visage al in another kinde.
1402. And right anoon it ran him in his minde,
1403. That, sith his face was so disfigured
1404. Of maladye, the which he hadde endured,
1405. He mighte wel, if that he bar him lowe,
1406. Live in Athenes ever-more unknowe,
1407. And seen his lady wel ny day by day.
1408. And right anon he chaunged his array,
1409. And cladde him as a povre laborer,
1410. And al allone, save oonly a squyer,
1411. That knew his privetee and al his cas,
1412. Which was disgysed povrely, as he was,
1413. To Athenes is he goon the nexte way.
1414. And to the court he wente up-on a day,
1415. And at the gate he profreth his servyse,
1416. To drugge and drawe, what so men wol devyse.
1417. And shortly of this matere for to seyn,
1418. He fil in office with a chamberleyn,
1419. The which that dwelling was with Emelye.
1420. For he was wys, and coude soon aspye
1421. Of every servaunt, which that serveth here.
1422. Wel coude he hewen wode, and water bere,
1423. For he was yong and mighty for the nones,
1424. And ther-to he was strong and big of bones
1425. To doon that any wight can him devyse.
1426. A yeer or two he was in this servyse,
1427. Page of the chambre of Emelye the brighte;
1428. And ‘Philostrate’ he seide that he highte.
1429. But half so wel biloved a man as he
1430. Ne was ther never in court, of his degree;
1431. He was so gentil of condicioun,
1432. That thurghout al the court was his renoun.
1433. They seyden, that it were a charitee
1434. That Theseus wolde enhauncen his degree,
1435. And putten him in worshipful servyse,
1436. Ther as he mighte his vertu excercyse.
1437. And thus, with-inne a whyle, his name is spronge
1438. Bothe of his dedes, and his goode tonge,
1439. That Theseus hath taken him so neer
1440. That of his chambre he made him a squyer,
1441. And yaf him gold to mayntene his degree;
1442. And eek men broghte him out of his contree
1443. From yeer to yeer, ful prively, his rente;
1444. But honestly and slyly he it spente,
1445. That no man wondred how that he it hadde.
1446. And three yeer in this wyse his lyf he ladde,
1447. And bar him so in pees and eek in werre,
1448. Ther nas no man that Theseus hath derre.
1449. And in this blisse lete I now Arcite,
1450. And speke I wol of Palamon a lyte.
1451. In derknesse and horrible and strong prisoun
1452. This seven yeer hath seten Palamoun,
1453. Forpyned, what for wo and for distresse;
1454. Who feleth double soor and hevinesse
1455. But Palamon? that love destreyneth so,
1456. That wood out of his wit he gooth for wo;
1457. And eek therto he is a prisoner
1458. Perpetuelly, noght oonly for a yeer.
1459. Who coude ryme in English proprely
1460. His martirdom? for sothe, it am nat I;
1461. Therefore I passe as lightly as I may.
1462. It fel that in the seventhe yeer, in May,
1463. The thridde night, (as olde bokes seyn,
1464. That al this storie tellen more pleyn,)
1465. Were it by aventure or destinee,
1466. (As, whan a thing is shapen, it shal be,)
1467. That, sone after the midnight, Palamoun,
1468. By helping of a freend, brak his prisoun,
1469. And fleeth the citee, faste as he may go;
1470. For he had yive his gayler drinke so
1471. Of a clarree, maad of a certeyn wyn,
1472. With nercotikes and opie of Thebes fyn,
1473. That al that night, thogh that men wolde him shake,
1474. The gayler sleep, he mighte nat awake;
1475. And thus he fleeth as faste as ever he may.
1476. The night was short, and faste by the day,
1477. That nedes-cost he moste him-selven hyde,
1478. And til a grove, faste ther besyde,
1479. With dredful foot than stalketh Palamoun.
1480. For shortly, this was his opinioun,
1481. That in that grove he wolde him hyde al day,
1482. And in the night than wolde he take his way
1483. To Thebes-ward, his freendes for to preye
1484. On Theseus to helpe him to werreye;
1485. And shortly, outher he wolde lese his lyf,
1486. Or winnen Emelye un-to his wyf;
1487. This is theffect and his entente pleyn.
1488. Now wol I torne un-to Arcite ageyn,
1489. That litel wiste how ny that was his care,
1490. Til that fortune had broght him in the snare.
1491. The bisy larke, messager of day,
1492. Saluëth in hir song the morwe gray;
1493. And fyry Phebus ryseth up so brighte,
1494. That al the orient laugheth of the lighte,
1495. And with his stremes dryeth in the greves
1496. The silver dropes, hanging on the leves.
1497. And Arcite, that is in the court royal
1498. With Theseus, his squyer principal,
1499. Is risen, and loketh on the myrie day.
1500. And, for to doon his observaunce to May,
1501. Remembring on the poynt of his desyr,
1502. He on a courser, sterting as the fyr,
1503. Is riden in-to the feeldes, him to pleye,
1504. Out of the court, were it a myle or tweye;
1505. And to the grove, of which that I yow tolde,
1506. By aventure, his wey he gan to holde,
1507. To maken him a gerland of the greves,
1508. Were it of wodebinde or hawethorn-leves,
1509. And loude he song ageyn the sonne shene:
1510. ‘May, with alle thy floures and thy grene,
1511. Wel-come be thou, faire fresshe May,
1512. I hope that I som grene gete may.’
1513. And from his courser, with a lusty herte,
1514. In-to the grove ful hastily he sterte,
1515. And in a path he rometh up and doun,
1516. Ther-as, by aventure, this Palamoun
1517. Was in a bush, that no man mighte him see,
1518. For sore afered of his deeth was he.
1519. No-thing ne knew he that it was Arcite:
1520. God wot he wolde have trowed it ful lyte.
1521. But sooth is seyd, gon sithen many yeres,
1522. That ‘feeld hath eyen, and the wode hath eres.’
1523. It is ful fair a man to bere him evene,
1524. For al-day meteth men at unset stevene.
1525. Ful litel woot Arcite of his felawe,
1526. That was so ny to herknen al his sawe,
1527. For in the bush he sitteth now ful stille.
1528. Whan that Arcite had romed al his fille,
1529. And songen al the roundel lustily,
1530. In-to a studie he fil sodeynly,
1531. As doon thise loveres in hir queynte geres,
1532. Now in the croppe, now doun in the breres,
1533. Now up, now doun, as boket in a welle.
1534. Right as the Friday, soothly for to telle,
1535. Now it shyneth, now it reyneth faste,
1536. Right so can gery Venus overcaste
1537. The hertes of hir folk; right as hir day
1538. Is gerful, right so chaungeth she array.
1539. Selde is the Friday al the wyke y-lyke.
1540. Whan that Arcite had songe, he gan to syke,
1541. And sette him doun with-outen any more:
1542. ‘Alas!’ quod he, ‘that day that I was bore!
1543. How longe, Iuno, thurgh thy crueltee,
1544. Woltow werreyen Thebes the citee?
1545. Allas! y-broght is to confusioun
1546. The blood royal of Cadme and Amphioun;
1547. Of Cadmus, which that was the firste man
1548. That Thebes bulte, or first the toun bigan,
1549. And of the citee first was crouned king,
1550. Of his linage am I, and his of-spring
1551. By verray ligne, as of the stok royal:
1552. And now I am so caitif and so thral,
1553. That he, that is my mortal enemy,
1554. I serve him as his squyer povrely.
1555. And yet doth Iuno me wel more shame,
1556. For I dar noght biknowe myn owne name;
1557. But ther-as I was wont to highte Arcite,
1558. Now highte I Philostrate, noght worth a myte.
1559. Allas! thou felle Mars, allas! Iuno,
1560. Thus hath your ire our kinrede al fordo,
1561. Save only me, and wrecched Palamoun,
1562. That Theseus martyreth in prisoun.
1563. And over al this, to sleen me utterly,
1564. Love hath his fyry dart so brenningly
1565. Y-stiked thurgh my trewe careful herte,
1566. That shapen was my deeth erst than my sherte.
1567. Ye sleen me with your eyen, Emelye;
1568. Ye been the cause wherfor that I dye.
1569. Of al the remenant of myn other care
1570. Ne sette I nat the mountaunce of a tare,
1571. So that I coude don aught to your plesaunce!’
1572. And with that word he fil doun in a traunce
1573. A longe tyme; and after he up-sterte.
1574. This Palamoun, that thoughte that thurgh his herte
1575. He felte a cold swerd sodeynliche glyde,
1576. For ire he quook, no lenger wolde he byde.
1577. And whan that he had herd Arcites tale,
1578. As he were wood, with face deed and pale,
1579. He sterte him up out of the bushes thikke,
1580. And seyde: ‘Arcite, false traitour wikke,
1581. Now artow hent, that lovest my lady so,
1582. For whom that I have al this peyne and wo,
1583. And art my blood, and to my counseil sworn,
1584. As I ful ofte have told thee heer-biforn,
1585. And hast by-iaped here duk Theseus,
1586. And falsly chaunged hast thy name thus;
1587. I wol be deed, or elles thou shalt dye.
1588. Thou shalt nat love my lady Emelye,
1589. But I wol love hir only, and namo;
1590. For I am Palamoun, thy mortal fo.
1591. And though that I no wepne have in this place,
1592. But out of prison am astert by grace,
1593. I drede noght that outher thou shalt dye,
1594. Or thou ne shalt nat loven Emelye.
1595. Chees which thou wilt, for thou shalt nat asterte.’
1596. This Arcitë, with ful despitous herte,
1597. Whan he him knew, and hadde his tale herd,
1598. As fiers as leoun, pulled out a swerd,
1599. And seyde thus: ‘by God that sit above,
1600. Nere it that thou art sik, and wood for love,
1601. And eek that thou no wepne hast in this place,
1602. Thou sholdest never out of this grove pace,
1603. That thou ne sholdest dyen of myn hond.
1604. For I defye the seurtee and the bond
1605. Which that thou seyst that I have maad to thee.
1606. What, verray fool, think wel that love is free,
1607. And I wol love hir, maugre al thy might!
1608. But, for as muche thou art a worthy knight,
1609. And wilnest to darreyne hir by batayle,
1610. Have heer my trouthe, to-morwe I wol nat fayle,
1611. With-outen witing of any other wight,
1612. That here I wol be founden as a knight,
1613. And bringen harneys right y-nough for thee;
1614. And chees the beste, and leve the worste for me.
1615. And mete and drinke this night wol I bringe
1616. Y-nough for thee, and clothes for thy beddinge.
1617. And, if so be that thou my lady winne,
1618. And slee me in this wode ther I am inne,
1619. Thou mayst wel have thy lady, as for me.’
1620. This Palamon answerde: ‘I graunte it thee.’
1621. And thus they been departed til a-morwe,
1622. When ech of hem had leyd his feith to borwe.
1623. O Cupide, out of alle charitee!
1624. O regne, that wolt no felawe have with thee!
1625. Ful sooth is seyd, that love ne lordshipe
1626. Wol noght, his thankes, have no felaweshipe;
1627. Wel finden that Arcite and Palamoun.
1628. Arcite is riden anon un-to the toun,
1629. And on the morwe, er it were dayes light,
1630. Ful prively two harneys hath he dight,
1631. Bothe suffisaunt and mete to darreyne
1632. The bataille in the feeld bitwix hem tweyne.
1633. And on his hors, allone as he was born,
1634. He carieth al this harneys him biforn;
1635. And in the grove, at tyme and place y-set,
1636. This Arcite and this Palamon ben met.
1637. Tho chaungen gan the colour in hir face;
1638. Right as the hunter in the regne of Trace,
1639. That stondeth at the gappe with a spere,
1640. Whan hunted is the leoun or the bere,
1641. And hereth him come russhing in the greves,
1642. And breketh bothe bowes and the leves,
1643. And thinketh, ‘heer cometh my mortel enemy,
1644. With-oute faile, he moot be deed, or I;
1645. For outher I mot sleen him at the gappe,
1646. Or he mot sleen me, if that me mishappe:’
1647. So ferden they, in chaunging of hir hewe,
1648. As fer as everich of hem other knewe.
1649. Ther nas no good day, ne no saluing;
1650. But streight, with-outen word or rehersing,
1651. Everich of hem halp for to armen other,
1652. As freendly as he were his owne brother;
1653. And after that, with sharpe speres stronge
1654. They foynen ech at other wonder longe.
1655. Thou mightest wene that this Palamoun
1656. In his fighting were a wood leoun,
1657. And as a cruel tygre was Arcite:
1658. As wilde bores gonne they to smyte,
1659. That frothen whyte as foom for ire wood.
1660. Up to the ancle foghte they in hir blood.
1661. And in this wyse I lete hem fighting dwelle;
1662. And forth I wol of Theseus yow telle.
1663. The destinee, ministre general,
1664. That executeth in the world over-al
1665. The purveyaunce, that God hath seyn biforn,
1666. So strong it is, that, though the world had sworn
1667. The contrarie of a thing, by ye or nay,
1668. Yet somtyme it shal fallen on a day
1669. That falleth nat eft with-inne a thousand yere.
1670. For certeinly, our appetytes here,
1671. Be it of werre, or pees, or hate, or love,
1672. Al is this reuled by the sighte above.
1673. This mene I now by mighty Theseus,
1674. That for to honten is so desirous,
1675. And namely at the grete hert in May,
1676. That in his bed ther daweth him no day,
1677. That he nis clad, and redy for to ryde
1678. With hunte and horn, and houndes him bisyde.
1679. For in his hunting hath he swich delyt,
1680. That it is al his Ioye and appetyt
1681. To been him-self the grete hertes bane;
1682. For after Mars he serveth now Diane.
1683. Cleer was the day, as I have told er this,
1684. And Theseus, with alle Ioye and blis,
1685. With his Ipolita, the fayre quene,
1686. And Emelye, clothed al in grene,
1687. On hunting be they riden royally.
1688. And to the grove, that stood ful faste by,
1689. In which ther was an hert, as men him tolde,
1690. Duk Theseus the streighte wey hath holde.
1691. And to the launde he rydeth him ful right,
1692. For thider was the hert wont have his flight,
1693. And over a brook, and so forth on his weye.
1694. This duk wol han a cours at him, or tweye,
1695. With houndes, swiche as that him list comaunde.
1696. And whan this duk was come un-to the launde,
1697. Under the sonne he loketh, and anon
1698. He was war of Arcite and Palamon,
1699. That foughten breme, as it were bores two;
1700. The brighte swerdes wenten to and fro
1701. So hidously, that with the leeste strook
1702. It seemed as it wolde felle an ook;
1703. But what they were, no-thing he ne woot.
1704. This duk his courser with his spores smoot,
1705. And at a stert he was bitwix hem two,
1706. And pulled out a swerd and cryed, ‘ho!
1707. Namore, up peyne of lesing of your heed.
1708. By mighty Mars, he shal anon be deed,
1709. That smyteth any strook, that I may seen!
1710. But telleth me what mister men ye been,
1711. That been so hardy for to fighten here
1712. With-outen Iuge or other officere,
1713. As it were in a listes royally?’
1714. This Palamon answerde hastily,
1715. And seyde: ‘sire, what nedeth wordes mo?
1716. We have the deeth deserved bothe two.
1717. Two woful wrecches been we, two caytyves,
1718. That been encombred of our owne lyves;
1719. And as thou art a rightful lord and Iuge,
1720. Ne yeve us neither mercy ne refuge,
1721. But slee me first, for seynte charitee;
1722. But slee my felawe eek as wel as me.
1723. Or slee him first; for, though thou knowe it lyte,
1724. This is thy mortal fo, this is Arcite,
1725. That fro thy lond is banished on his heed,
1726. For which he hath deserved to be deed.
1727. For this is he that cam un-to thy gate,
1728. And seyde, that he highte Philostrate.
1729. Thus hath he Iaped thee ful many a yeer,
1730. And thou has maked him thy chief squyer;
1731. And this is he that loveth Emelye.
1732. For sith the day is come that I shal dye,
1733. I make pleynly my confessioun,
1734. That I am thilke woful Palamoun,
1735. That hath thy prison broken wikkedly.
1736. I am thy mortal fo, and it am I
1737. That loveth so hote Emelye the brighte,
1738. That I wol dye present in hir sighte.
1739. Therfore I axe deeth and my Iuwyse;
1740. But slee my felawe in the same wyse,
1741. For bothe han we deserved to be slayn.’
1742. This worthy duk answerde anon agayn,
1743. And seyde, ‘This is a short conclusioun:
1744. Youre owne mouth, by your confessioun,
1745. Hath dampned you, and I wol it recorde,
1746. It nedeth noght to pyne yow with the corde.
1747. Ye shul be deed, by mighty Mars the rede!’
1748. The quene anon, for verray wommanhede,
1749. Gan for to wepe, and so dide Emelye,
1750. And alle the ladies in the companye.
1751. Gret pitee was it, as it thoughte hem alle,
1752. That ever swich a chaunce sholde falle;
1753. For gentil men they were, of greet estat,
1754. And no-thing but for love was this debat;
1755. And sawe hir blody woundes wyde and sore;
1756. And alle cryden, bothe lasse and more,
1757. ‘Have mercy, lord, up-on us wommen alle!’
1758. And on hir bare knees adoun they falle,
1759. And wolde have kist his feet ther-as he stood,
1760. Til at the laste aslaked was his mood;
1761. For pitee renneth sone in gentil herte.
1762. And though he first for ire quook and sterte,
1763. He hath considered shortly, in a clause,
1764. The trespas of hem bothe, and eek the cause:
1765. And al-though that his ire hir gilt accused,
1766. Yet in his reson he hem bothe excused;
1767. As thus: he thoghte wel, that every man
1768. Wol helpe him-self in love, if that he can,
1769. And eek delivere him-self out of prisoun;
1770. And eek his herte had compassioun
1771. Of wommen, for they wepen ever in oon;
1772. And in his gentil herte he thoghte anoon,
1773. And softe un-to himself he seyde: ‘fy
1774. Up-on a lord that wol have no mercy,
1775. But been a leoun, bothe in word and dede,
1776. To hem that been in repentaunce and drede
1777. As wel as to a proud despitous man
1778. That wol maynteyne that he first bigan!
1779. That lord hath litel of discrecioun,
1780. That in swich cas can no divisioun,
1781. But weyeth pryde and humblesse after oon.’
1782. And shortly, whan his ire is thus agoon,
1783. He gan to loken up with eyen lighte,
1784. And spak thise same wordes al on highte:—
1785. ‘The god of love, a! benedicite,
1786. How mighty and how greet a lord is he!
1787. Ayeins his might ther gayneth none obstacles,
1788. He may be cleped a god for his miracles;
1789. For he can maken at his owne gyse
1790. Of everich herte, as that him list devyse.
1791. Lo heer, this Arcite and this Palamoun,
1792. That quitly weren out of my prisoun,
1793. And mighte han lived in Thebes royally,
1794. And witen I am hir mortal enemy,
1795. And that hir deeth lyth in my might also,
1796. And yet hath love, maugree hir eyen two,
1797. Y-broght hem hider bothe for to dye!
1798. Now loketh, is nat that an heigh folye?
1799. Who may been a fool, but-if he love?
1800. Bihold, for Goddes sake that sit above,
1801. Se how they blede! be they noght wel arrayed?
1802. Thus hath hir lord, the god of love, y-payed
1803. Hir wages and hir fees for hir servyse!
1804. And yet they wenen for to been ful wyse
1805. That serven love, for aught that may bifalle!
1806. But this is yet the beste game of alle,
1807. That she, for whom they han this Iolitee,
1808. Can hem ther-for as muche thank as me;
1809. She woot namore of al this hote fare,
1810. By God, than woot a cokkow or an hare!
1811. But al mot been assayed, hoot and cold;
1812. A man mot been a fool, or yong or old;
1813. I woot it by my-self ful yore agoon:
1814. For in my tyme a servant was I oon.
1815. And therfore, sin I knowe of loves peyne,
1816. And woot how sore it can a man distreyne,
1817. As he that hath ben caught ofte in his las,
1818. I yow foryeve al hoolly this trespas,
1819. At requeste of the quene that kneleth here,
1820. And eek of Emelye, my suster dere.
1821. And ye shul bothe anon un-to me swere,
1822. That never-mo ye shul my contree dere,
1823. Ne make werre up-on me night ne day,
1824. But been my freendes in al that ye may;
1825. I yow foryeve this trespas every del.’
1826. And they him swore his axing fayre and wel,
1827. And him of lordshipe and of mercy preyde,
1828. And he hem graunteth grace, and thus he seyde:
1829. ‘To speke of royal linage and richesse,
1830. Though that she were a quene or a princesse,
1831. Ech of yow bothe is worthy, doutelees,
1832. To wedden whan tyme is, but nathelees
1833. I speke as for my suster Emelye,
1834. For whom ye have this stryf and Ielousye;
1835. Ye woot your-self, she may not wedden two
1836. At ones, though ye fighten ever-mo:
1837. That oon of yow, al be him looth or leef,
1838. He moot go pypen in an ivy-leef;
1839. This is to seyn, she may nat now han bothe,
1840. Al be ye never so Ielous, ne so wrothe.
1841. And for-thy I yow putte in this degree,
1842. That ech of yow shal have his destinee
1843. As him is shape; and herkneth in what wyse;
1844. Lo, heer your ende of that I shal devyse.
1845. My wil is this, for plat conclusioun,
1846. With-outen any replicacioun,
1847. If that yow lyketh, tak it for the beste,
1848. That everich of yow shal gon wher him leste
1849. Frely, with-outen raunson or daunger;
1850. And this day fifty wykes, fer ne ner,
1851. Everich of yow shal bringe an hundred knightes,
1852. Armed for listes up at alle rightes,
1853. Al redy to darreyne hir by bataille.
1854. And this bihote I yow, with-outen faille,
1855. Up-on my trouthe, and as I am a knight,
1856. That whether of yow bothe that hath might,
1857. This is to seyn, that whether he or thou
1858. May with his hundred, as I spak of now,
1859. Sleen his contrarie, or out of listes dryve,
1860. Him shal I yeve Emelya to wyve,
1861. To whom that fortune yeveth so fair a grace.
1862. The listes shal I maken in this place,
1863. And God so wisly on my soule rewe,
1864. As I shal even Iuge been and trewe.
1865. Ye shul non other ende with me maken,
1866. That oon of yow ne shal be deed or taken.
1867. And if yow thinketh this is wel y-sayd,
1868. Seyeth your avys, and holdeth yow apayd.
1869. This is your ende and your conclusioun.’
1870. Who loketh lightly now but Palamoun?
1871. Who springeth up for Ioye but Arcite?
1872. Who couthe telle, or who couthe it endyte,
1873. The Ioye that is maked in the place
1874. Whan Theseus hath doon so fair a grace?
1875. But doun on knees wente every maner wight,
1876. And thanked him with al her herte and might,
1877. And namely the Thebans ofte sythe.
1878. And thus with good hope and with herte blythe
1879. They take hir leve, and hom-ward gonne they ryde
1880. To Thebes, with his olde walles wyde.

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Sequitur pars tercia.

1881. I trowe men wolde deme it necligence,
1882. If I foryete to tellen the dispence
1883. Of Theseus, that goth so bisily
1884. To maken up the listes royally;
1885. That swich a noble theatre as it was,
1886. I dar wel seyn that in this world ther nas.
1887. The circuit a myle was aboute,
1888. Walled of stoon, and diched al with-oute.
1889. Round was the shap, in maner of compas,
1890. Ful of degrees, the heighte of sixty pas,
1891. That, whan a man was set on o degree,
1892. He letted nat his felawe for to see.
1893. Est-ward ther stood a gate of marbel whyt,
1894. West-ward, right swich another in the opposit.
1895. And shortly to concluden, swich a place
1896. Was noon in erthe, as in so litel space;
1897. For in the lond ther nas no crafty man,
1898. That geometrie or ars-metrik can,
1899. Ne purtreyour, ne kerver of images,
1900. That Theseus ne yaf him mete and wages
1901. The theatre for to maken and devyse.
1902. And for to doon his ryte and sacrifyse,
1903. He est-ward hath, up-on the gate above,
1904. In worship of Venus, goddesse of love,
1905. Don make an auter and an oratorie;
1906. And west-ward, in the minde and in memorie
1907. Of Mars, he maked hath right swich another,
1908. That coste largely of gold a fother.
1909. And north-ward, in a touret on the wal,
1910. Of alabastre whyt and reed coral
1911. An oratorie riche for to see,
1912. In worship of Dyane of chastitee,
1913. Hath Theseus don wroght in noble wyse.
1914. But yet hadde I foryeten to devyse
1915. The noble kerving, and the portreitures,
1916. The shap, the countenaunce, and the figures,
1917. That weren in thise oratories three.
1918. First in the temple of Venus maystow see
1919. Wroght on the wal, ful pitous to biholde,
1920. The broken slepes, and the sykes colde;
1921. The sacred teres, and the waymenting;
1922. The fyry strokes of the desiring,
1923. That loves servaunts in this lyf enduren;
1924. The othes, that hir covenants assuren;
1925. Plesaunce and hope, desyr, fool-hardinesse,
1926. Beautee and youthe, bauderie, richesse,
1927. Charmes and force, lesinges, flaterye,
1928. Dispense, bisynesse, and Ielousye,
1929. That wered of yelwe goldes a gerland,
1930. And a cokkow sitting on hir hand;
1931. Festes, instruments, caroles, daunces,
1932. Lust and array, and alle the circumstaunces
1933. Of love, whiche that I rekne and rekne shal,
1934. By ordre weren peynted on the wal,
1935. And mo than I can make of mencioun.
1936. For soothly, al the mount of Citheroun,
1937. Ther Venus hath hir principal dwelling,
1938. Was shewed on the wal in portreying,
1939. With al the gardin, and the lustinesse.
1940. Nat was foryeten the porter Ydelnesse,
1941. Ne Narcisus the faire of yore agon,
1942. Ne yet the folye of king Salamon,
1943. Ne yet the grete strengthe of Hercules—
1944. Thenchauntements of Medea and Circes—
1945. Ne of Turnus, with the hardy fiers corage,
1946. The riche Cresus, caytif in servage.
1947. Thus may ye seen that wisdom ne richesse,
1948. Beautee ne sleighte, strengthe, ne hardinesse,
1949. Ne may with Venus holde champartye;
1950. For as hir list the world than may she gye.
1951. Lo, alle thise folk so caught were in hir las,
1952. Til they for wo ful ofte seyde ‘allas!’
1953. Suffyceth heer ensamples oon or two,
1954. And though I coude rekne a thousand mo.
1955. The statue of Venus, glorious for to see,
1956. Was naked fleting in the large see,
1957. And fro the navele doun all covered was
1958. With wawes grene, and brighte as any glas.
1959. A citole in hir right hand hadde she,
1960. And on hir heed, ful semely for to see,
1961. A rose gerland, fresh and wel smellinge;
1962. Above hir heed hir dowves flikeringe.
1963. Biforn hir stood hir sone Cupido,
1964. Up-on his shuldres winges hadde he two;
1965. And blind he was, as it is ofte sene;
1966. A bowe he bar and arwes brighte and kene.
1967. Why sholde I noght as wel eek telle yow al
1968. The portreiture, that was up-on the wal
1969. With-inne the temple of mighty Mars the rede?
1970. Al peynted was the wal, in lengthe and brede,
1971. Lyk to the estres of the grisly place,
1972. That highte the grete temple of Mars in Trace,
1973. In thilke colde frosty regioun,
1974. Ther-as Mars hath his sovereyn mansioun.
1975. First on the wal was peynted a foreste,
1976. In which ther dwelleth neither man ne beste,
1977. With knotty knarry bareyn treës olde
1978. Of stubbes sharpe and hidous to biholde;
1979. In which ther ran a rumbel and a swough,
1980. As though a storm sholde bresten every bough:
1981. And downward from an hille, under a bente,
1982. Ther stood the temple of Mars armipotente,
1983. Wroght al of burned steel, of which thentree
1984. Was long and streit, and gastly for to see.
1985. And ther-out cam a rage and such a vese,
1986. That it made al the gates for to rese.
1987. The northren light in at the dores shoon,
1988. For windowe on the wal ne was ther noon,
1989. Thurgh which men mighten any light discerne.
1990. The dores were alle of adamant eterne,
1991. Y-clenched overthwart and endelong
1992. With iren tough; and, for to make it strong,
1993. Every piler, the temple to sustene,
1994. Was tonne-greet, of iren bright and shene.
1995. Ther saugh I first the derke imagining
1996. Of felonye, and al the compassing;
1997. The cruel ire, reed as any glede;
1998. The pykepurs, and eek the pale drede;
1999. The smyler with the knyf under the cloke;
2000. The shepne brenning with the blake smoke;
2001. The treson of the mordring in the bedde;
2002. The open werre, with woundes al bi-bledde;
2003. Contek, with blody knyf and sharp manace;
2004. Al ful of chirking was that sory place.
2005. The sleere of him-self yet saugh I ther,
2006. His herte-blood hath bathed al his heer;
2007. The nayl y-driven in the shode a-night;
2008. The colde deeth, with mouth gaping up-right.
2009. Amiddes of the temple sat meschaunce,
2010. With disconfort and sory contenaunce.
2011. Yet saugh I woodnesse laughing in his rage;
2012. Armed compleint, out-hees, and fiers outrage.
2013. The careyne in the bush, with throte y-corve:
2014. A thousand slayn, and nat of qualm y-storve;
2015. The tiraunt, with the prey by force y-raft;
2016. The toun destroyed, ther was no-thing laft.
2017. Yet saugh I brent the shippes hoppesteres;
2018. The hunte strangled with the wilde beres:
2019. The sowe freten the child right in the cradel;
2020. The cook y-scalded, for al his longe ladel.
2021. Noght was foryeten by the infortune of Marte;
2022. The carter over-riden with his carte,
2023. Under the wheel ful lowe he lay adoun.
2024. Ther were also, of Martes divisioun,
2025. The barbour, and the bocher, and the smith
2026. That forgeth sharpe swerdes on his stith.
2027. And al above, depeynted in a tour,
2028. Saw I conquest sittinge in greet honour,
2029. With the sharpe swerde over his heed
2030. Hanginge by a sotil twynes threed.
2031. Depeynted was the slaughtre of Iulius,
2032. Of grete Nero, and of Antonius;
2033. Al be that thilke tyme they were unborn,
2034. Yet was hir deeth depeynted ther-biforn,
2035. By manasinge of Mars, right by figure;
2036. So was it shewed in that portreiture
2037. As is depeynted in the sterres above,
2038. Who shal be slayn or elles deed for love.
2039. Suffyceth oon ensample in stories olde,
2040. I may not rekne hem alle, thogh I wolde.
2041. The statue of Mars up-on a carte stood,
2042. Armed, and loked grim as he were wood;
2043. And over his he’ed ther shynen two figures
2044. Of sterres, that been cleped in scriptures,
2045. That oon Puella, that other Rubeus.
2046. This god of armes was arrayed thus:—
2047. A wolf ther stood biforn him at his feet
2048. With eyen rede, and of a man he eet;
2049. With sotil pencel was depeynt this storie,
2050. In redoutinge of Mars and of his glorie.
2051. Now to the temple of Diane the chaste
2052. As shortly as I can I wol me haste,
2053. To telle yow al the descripcioun.
2054. Depeynted been the walles up and doun
2055. Of hunting and of shamfast chastitee.
2056. Ther saugh I how woful Calistopee,
2057. Whan that Diane agreved was with here,
2058. Was turned from a womman til a bere,
2059. And after was she maad the lode-sterre;
2060. Thus was it peynt, I can say yow no ferre;
2061. Hir sone is eek a sterre, as men may see.
2062. Ther saugh I Dane, y-turned til a tree,
2063. I mene nat the goddesse Diane,
2064. But Penneus doughter, which that highte Dane.
2065. Ther saugh I Attheon an hert y-maked,
2066. For vengeaunce that he saugh Diane al naked;
2067. I saugh how that his houndes have him caught,
2068. And freten him, for that they knewe him naught.
2069. Yet peynted was a litel forther-moor,
2070. How Atthalante hunted the wilde boor,
2071. And Meleagre, and many another mo,
2072. For which Diane wroghte him care and wo.
2073. Ther saugh I many another wonder storie,
2074. The whiche me list nat drawen to memorie.
2075. This goddesse on an hert ful hye seet,
2076. With smale houndes al aboute hir feet;
2077. And undernethe hir feet she hadde a mone,
2078. Wexing it was, and sholde wanie sone.
2079. In gaude grene hir statue clothed was,
2080. With bowe in honde, and arwes in a cas.
2081. Hir eyen caste she ful lowe adoun,
2082. Ther Pluto hath his derke regioun.
2083. A womman travailinge was hir biforn,
2084. But, for hir child so longe was unborn,
2085. Ful pitously Lucyna gan she calle,
2086. And seyde, ‘help, for thou mayst best of alle.’
2087. Wel couthe he peynten lyfly that it wroghte,
2088. With many a florin he the hewes boghte.
2089. Now been thise listes maad, and Theseus,
2090. That at his grete cost arrayed thus
2091. The temples and the theatre every del,
2092. Whan it was doon, him lyked wonder wel.
2093. But stinte I wol of Theseus a lyte,
2094. And speke of Palamon and of Arcite.
2095. The day approcheth of hir retourninge,
2096. That everich sholde an hundred knightes bringe,
2097. The bataille to darreyne, as I yow tolde;
2098. And til Athenes, hir covenant for to holde,
2099. Hath everich of hem broght an hundred knightes
2100. Wel armed for the werre at alle rightes.
2101. And sikerly, ther trowed many a man
2102. That never, sithen that the world bigan,
2103. As for to speke of knighthod of hir hond,
2104. As fer as God hath maked see or lond,
2105. Nas, of so fewe, so noble a companye.
2106. For every wight that lovede chivalrye,
2107. And wolde, his thankes, han a passant name,
2108. Hath preyed that he mighte ben of that game;
2109. And wel was him, that ther-to chosen was.
2110. For if ther fille to-morwe swich a cas,
2111. Ye knowen wel, that every lusty knight,
2112. That loveth paramours, and hath his might,
2113. Were it in Engelond, or elles-where,
2114. They wolde, hir thankes, wilnen to be there.
2115. To fighte for a lady, benedicite!
2116. It were a lusty sighte for to see.
2117. And right so ferden they with Palamon.
2118. With him ther wenten knightes many oon;
2119. Som wol ben armed in an habergeoun,
2120. In a brest-plat and in a light gipoun;
2121. And somme woln have a peyre plates large;
2122. And somme woln have a Pruce sheld, or a targe;
2123. Somme woln ben armed on hir legges weel,
2124. And have an ax, and somme a mace of steel.
2125. Ther nis no newe gyse, that it nas old.
2126. Armed were they, as I have you told,
2127. Everich after his opinioun.
2128. Ther maistow seen coming with Palamoun
2129. Ligurge him-self, the grete king of Trace;
2130. Blak was his berd, and manly was his face.
2131. The cercles of his eyen in his heed,
2132. They gloweden bitwixe yelow and reed;
2133. And lyk a griffon loked he aboute,
2134. With kempe heres on his browes stoute;
2135. His limes grete, his braunes harde and stronge,
2136. His shuldres brode, his armes rounde and longe.
2137. And as the gyse was in his contree,
2138. Ful hye up-on a char of gold stood he,
2139. With foure whyte boles in the trays.
2140. In-stede of cote-armure over his harnays,
2141. With nayles yelwe and brighte as any gold,
2142. He hadde a beres skin, col-blak, for-old.
2143. His longe heer was kembd bihinde his bak,
2144. As any ravenes fether it shoon for-blak:
2145. A wrethe of gold arm-greet, of huge wighte,
2146. Upon his heed, set ful of stones brighte,
2147. Of fyne rubies and of dyamaunts.
2148. Aboute his char ther wenten whyte alaunts,
2149. Twenty and mo, as grete as any steer,
2150. To hunten at the leoun or the deer,
2151. And folwed him, with mosel faste y-bounde,
2152. Colers of gold, and torets fyled rounde.
2153. An hundred lordes hadde he in his route
2154. Armed ful wel, with hertes sterne and stoute.
2155. With Arcita, in stories as men finde,
2156. The grete Emetreus, the king of Inde,
2157. Up-on a stede bay, trapped in steel,
2158. Covered in cloth of gold diapred weel,
2159. Cam ryding lyk the god of armes, Mars.
2160. His cote-armure was of cloth of Tars,
2161. Couched with perles whyte and rounde and grete.
2162. His sadel was of brend gold newe y-bete;
2163. A mantelet upon his shuldre hanginge
2164. Bret-ful of rubies rede, as fyr sparklinge.
2165. His crispe heer lyk ringes was y-ronne,
2166. And that was yelow, and glitered as the sonne.
2167. His nose was heigh, his eyen bright citryn,
2168. His lippes rounde, his colour was sangwyn,
2169. A fewe fraknes in his face y-spreynd,
2170. Betwixen yelow and somdel blak y-meynd,
2171. And as a leoun he his loking caste.
2172. Of fyve and twenty yeer his age I caste.
2173. His berd was wel bigonne for to springe;
2174. His voys was as a trompe thunderinge.
2175. Up-on his heed he wered of laurer grene
2176. A gerland fresh and lusty for to sene.
2177. Up-on his hand he bar, for his deduyt,
2178. An egle tame, as eny lilie whyt.
2179. An hundred lordes hadde he with him there,
2180. Al armed, sauf hir heddes, in al hir gere,
2181. Ful richely in alle maner thinges.
2182. For trusteth wel, that dukes, erles, kinges,
2183. Were gadered in this noble companye,
2184. For love and for encrees of chivalrye.
2185. Aboute this king ther ran on every part
2186. Ful many a tame leoun and lepart.
2187. And in this wyse thise lordes, alle and some,
2188. Ben on the Sonday to the citee come
2189. Aboute pryme, and in the toun alight.
2190. This Theseus, this duk, this worthy knight,
2191. Whan he had broght hem in-to his citee,
2192. And inned hem, everich in his degree,
2193. He festeth hem, and dooth so greet labour
2194. To esen hem, and doon hem al honour,
2195. That yet men weneth that no mannes wit
2196. Of noon estat ne coude amenden it.
2197. The minstralcye, the service at the feste,
2198. The grete yiftes to the moste and leste,
2199. The riche array of Theseus paleys,
2200. Ne who sat first ne last up-on the deys,
2201. What ladies fairest been or best daunsinge,
2202. Or which of hem can dauncen best and singe,
2203. Ne who most felingly speketh of love:
2204. What haukes sitten on the perche above,
2205. What houndes liggen on the floor adoun:
2206. Of al this make I now no mencioun;
2207. But al theffect, that thinketh me the beste;
2208. Now comth the poynt, and herkneth if yow leste.
2209. The Sonday night, er day bigan to springe,
2210. When Palamon the larke herde singe,
2211. Although it nere nat day by houres two,
2212. Yet song the larke, and Palamon also.
2213. With holy herte, and with an heigh corage
2214. He roos, to wenden on his pilgrimage
2215. Un-to the blisful Citherea benigne,
2216. I mene Venus, honurable and digne.
2217. And in hir houre he walketh forth a pas
2218. Un-to the listes, ther hir temple was,
2219. And doun he kneleth, and with humble chere
2220. And herte soor, he seyde as ye shul here.
2221. ‘Faireste of faire, o lady myn, Venus,
2222. Doughter to Iove and spouse of Vulcanus,
2223. Thou glader of the mount of Citheroun,
2224. For thilke love thou haddest to Adoun,
2225. Have pitee of my bittre teres smerte,
2226. And tak myn humble preyer at thyn herte.
2227. Allas! I ne have no langage to telle
2228. Theffectes ne the torments of myn helle;
2229. Myn herte may myne harmes nat biwreye;
2230. I am so confus, that I can noght seye.
2231. But mercy, lady bright, that knowest weel
2232. My thought, and seest what harmes that I feel,
2233. Considere al this, and rewe up-on my sore,
2234. As wisly as I shal for evermore,
2235. Emforth my might, thy trewe servant be,
2236. And holden werre alwey with chastitee;
2237. That make I myn avow, so ye me helpe.
2238. I kepe noght of armes for to yelpe,
2239. Ne I ne axe nat to-morwe to have victorie,
2240. Ne renoun in this cas, ne veyne glorie
2241. Of pris of armes blowen up and doun,
2242. But I wolde have fully possessioun
2243. Of Emelye, and dye in thy servyse;
2244. Find thou the maner how, and in what wyse.
2245. I recche nat, but it may bettre be,
2246. To have victorie of hem, or they of me,
2247. So that I have my lady in myne armes.
2248. For though so be that Mars is god of armes,
2249. Your vertu is so greet in hevene above,
2250. That, if yow list, I shal wel have my love,
2251. Thy temple wol I worshipe evermo,
2252. And on thyn auter, wher I ryde or go,
2253. I wol don sacrifice, and fyres bete.
2254. And if ye wol nat so, my lady swete,
2255. Than preye I thee, to-morwe with a spere
2256. That Arcita me thurgh the herte bere.
2257. Thanne rekke I noght, whan I have lost my lyf,
2258. Though that Arcita winne hir to his wyf.
2259. This is theffect and ende of my preyere,
2260. Yif me my love, thou blisful lady dere.’
2261. Whan thorisoun was doon of Palamon,
2262. His sacrifice he dide, and that anon
2263. Ful pitously, with alle circumstaunces,
2264. Al telle I noght as now his observaunces.
2265. But atte laste the statue of Venus shook,
2266. And made a signe, wher-by that he took
2267. That his preyere accepted was that day.
2268. For thogh the signe shewed a delay,
2269. Yet wiste he wel that graunted was his bone;
2270. And with glad herte he wente him hoom ful sone.
2271. The thridde houre inequal that Palamon
2272. Bigan to Venus temple for to goon,
2273. Up roos the sonne, and up roos Emelye,
2274. And to the temple of Diane gan hye.
2275. Hir maydens, that she thider with hir ladde,
2276. Ful redily with hem the fyr they hadde,
2277. Thencens, the clothes, and the remenant al
2278. That to the sacrifyce longen shal;
2279. The hornes fulle of meth, as was the gyse;
2280. Ther lakked noght to doon hir sacrifyse.
2281. Smoking the temple, ful of clothes faire,
2282. This Emelye, with herte debonaire,
2283. Hir body wessh with water of a welle;
2284. But how she dide hir ryte I dar nat telle,
2285. But it be any thing in general;
2286. And yet it were a game to heren al;
2287. To him that meneth wel, it were no charge:
2288. But it is good a man ben at his large.
2289. Hir brighte heer was kempt, untressed al;
2290. A coroune of a grene ook cerial
2291. Up-on hir heed was set ful fair and mete.
2292. Two fyres on the auter gan she bete,
2293. And dide hir thinges, as men may biholde
2294. In Stace of Thebes, and thise bokes olde.
2295. Whan kindled was the fyr, with pitous chere
2296. Un-to Diane she spak, as ye may here.
2297. ‘O chaste goddesse of the wodes grene,
2298. To whom bothe hevene and erthe and see is sene,
2299. Quene of the regne of Pluto derk and lowe,
2300. Goddesse of maydens, that myn herte hast knowe
2301. Ful many a yeer, and woost what I desire,
2302. As keep me fro thy vengeaunce and thyn ire,
2303. That Attheon aboughte cruelly.
2304. Chaste goddesse, wel wostow that I
2305. Desire to been a mayden al my lyf,
2306. Ne never wol I be no love ne wyf.
2307. I am, thou woost, yet of thy companye,
2308. A mayde, and love hunting and venerye,
2309. And for to walken in the wodes wilde,
2310. And noght to been a wyf, and be with childe.
2311. Noght wol I knowe companye of man.
2312. Now help me, lady, sith ye may and can,
2313. For tho thre formes that thou hast in thee.
2314. And Palamon, that hath swich love to me,
2315. And eek Arcite, that loveth me so sore,
2316. This grace I preye thee with-oute more,
2317. As sende love and pees bitwixe hem two;
2318. And fro me turne awey hir hertes so,
2319. That al hir hote love, and hir desyr,
2320. And al hir bisy torment, and hir fyr
2321. Be queynt, or turned in another place;
2322. And if so be thou wolt not do me grace,
2323. Or if my destinee be shapen so,
2324. That I shal nedes have oon of hem two,
2325. As sende me him that most desireth me.
2326. Bihold, goddesse of clene chastitee,
2327. The bittre teres that on my chekes falle.
2328. Sin thou are mayde, and keper of us alle,
2329. My maydenhede thou kepe and wel conserve,
2330. And whyl I live a mayde, I wol thee serve.’
2331. The fyres brenne up-on the auter clere,
2332. Whyl Emelye was thus in hir preyere;
2333. But sodeinly she saugh a sighte queynte,
2334. For right anon oon of the fyres queynte,
2335. And quiked agayn, and after that anon
2336. That other fyr was queynt, and al agon;
2337. And as it queynte, it made a whistelinge,
2338. As doon thise wete brondes in hir brenninge,
2339. And at the brondes ende out-ran anoon
2340. As it were blody dropes many oon;
2341. For which so sore agast was Emelye,
2342. That she was wel ny mad, and gan to crye,
2343. For she ne wiste what it signifyed;
2344. But only for the fere thus hath she cryed,
2345. And weep, that it was pitee for to here.
2346. And ther-with-al Diane gan appere,
2347. With bowe in hond, right as an hunteresse,
2348. And seyde: ‘Doghter, stint thyn hevinesse.
2349. Among the goddes hye it is affermed,
2350. And by eterne word write and confermed,
2351. Thou shalt ben wedded un-to oon of tho
2352. That han for thee so muchel care and wo;
2353. But un-to which of hem I may nat telle.
2354. Farwel, for I ne may no lenger dwelle.
2355. The fyres which that on myn auter brenne
2356. Shul thee declaren, er that thou go henne,
2357. Thyn aventure of love, as in this cas.’
2358. And with that word, the arwes in the cas
2359. Of the goddesse clateren faste and ringe,
2360. And forth she wente, and made a vanisshinge;
2361. For which this Emelye astoned was,
2362. And seyde, ‘What amounteth this, allas!
2363. I putte me in thy proteccioun,
2364. Diane, and in thy disposicioun.’
2365. And hoom she gooth anon the nexte weye.
2366. This is theffect, ther is namore to seye.
2367. The nexte houre of Mars folwinge this,
2368. Arcite un-to the temple walked is
2369. Of fierse Mars, to doon his sacrifyse,
2370. With alle the rytes of his payen wyse.
2371. With pitous herte and heigh devocioun,
2372. Right thus to Mars he seyde his orisoun:
2373. ‘O stronge god, that in the regnes colde
2374. Of Trace honoured art, and lord y-holde,
2375. And hast in every regne and every lond
2376. Of armes al the brydel in thyn hond,
2377. And hem fortunest as thee list devyse,
2378. Accept of me my pitous sacrifyse.
2379. If so be that my youthe may deserve,
2380. And that my might be worthy for to serve
2381. Thy godhede, that I may been oon of thyne,
2382. Than preye I thee to rewe up-on my pyne.
2383. For thilke peyne, and thilke hote fyr,
2384. In which thou whylom brendest for desyr,
2385. Whan that thou usedest the grete beautee
2386. Of fayre yonge fresshe Venus free,
2387. And haddest hir in armes at thy wille,
2388. Al-though thee ones on a tyme misfille
2389. Whan Vulcanus had caught thee in his las,
2390. And fond thee ligging by his wyf, allas!
2391. For thilke sorwe that was in thyn herte,
2392. Have routhe as wel up-on my peynes smerte.
2393. I am yong and unkonning, as thou wost,
2394. And, as I trowe, with love offended most,
2395. That ever was any lyves creature;
2396. For she, that dooth me al this wo endure,
2397. Ne reccheth never wher I sinke or flete.
2398. And wel I woot, er she me mercy hete,
2399. I moot with strengthe winne hir in the place;
2400. And wel I woot, withouten help or grace
2401. Of thee, ne may my strengthe noght availle.
2402. Than help me, lord, to-morwe in my bataille,
2403. For thilke fyr that whylom brente thee,
2404. As wel as thilke fyr now brenneth me;
2405. And do that I to-morwe have victorie.
2406. Myn be the travaille, and thyn be the glorie!
2407. Thy soverein temple wol I most honouren
2408. Of any place, and alwey most labouren
2409. In thy plesaunce and in thy craftes stronge,
2410. And in thy temple I wol my baner honge,
2411. And alle the armes of my companye;
2412. And evere-mo, un-to that day I dye,
2413. Eterne fyr I wol biforn thee finde.
2414. And eek to this avow I wol me binde:
2415. My berd, myn heer that hongeth long adoun,
2416. That never yet ne felte offensioun
2417. Of rasour nor of shere, I wol thee yive,
2418. And ben thy trewe servant whyl I live.
2419. Now lord, have routhe up-on my sorwes sore,
2420. Yif me victorie, I aske thee namore.’
2421. The preyere stinte of Arcita the stronge,
2422. The ringes on the temple-dore that honge,
2423. And eek the dores, clatereden ful faste,
2424. Of which Arcita som-what him agaste.
2425. The fyres brende up-on the auter brighte,
2426. That it gan al the temple for to lighte;
2427. And swete smel the ground anon up-yaf,
2428. And Arcita anon his hand up-haf,
2429. And more encens in-to the fyr he caste,
2430. With othere rytes mo; and atte laste
2431. The statue of Mars bigan his hauberk ringe.
2432. And with that soun he herde a murmuringe
2433. Ful lowe and dim, that sayde thus, ‘Victorie:’
2434. For which he yaf to Mars honour and glorie.
2435. And thus with Ioye, and hope wel to fare,
2436. Arcite anon un-to his inne is fare,
2437. As fayn as fowel is of the brighte sonne.
2438. And right anon swich stryf ther is bigonne
2439. For thilke graunting, in the hevene above,
2440. Bitwixe Venus, the goddesse of love,
2441. And Mars, the sterne god armipotente,
2442. That Iupiter was bisy it to stente;
2443. Til that the pale Saturnus the colde,
2444. That knew so manye of aventures olde,
2445. Fond in his olde experience an art,
2446. That he ful sone hath plesed every part.
2447. As sooth is sayd, elde hath greet avantage;
2448. In elde is bothe wisdom and usage;
2449. Men may the olde at-renne, and noght at-rede.
2450. Saturne anon, to stinten stryf and drede,
2451. Al be it that it is agayn his kynde,
2452. Of al this stryf he gan remedie fynde.
2453. ‘My dere doghter Venus,’ quod Saturne,
2454. ‘My cours, that hath so wyde for to turne,
2455. Hath more power than wot any man.
2456. Myn is the drenching in the see so wan;
2457. Myn is the prison in the derke cote;
2458. Myn is the strangling and hanging by the throte;
2459. The murmure, and the cherles rebelling,
2460. The groyning, and the pryvee empoysoning:
2461. I do vengeance and pleyn correccioun
2462. Whyl I dwelle in the signe of the leoun.
2463. Myn is the ruine of the hye halles,
2464. The falling of the toures and of the walles
2465. Up-on the mynour or the carpenter.
2466. I slow Sampsoun in shaking the piler;
2467. And myne be the maladyes colde,
2468. The derke tresons, and the castes olde;
2469. My loking is the fader of pestilence.
2470. Now weep namore, I shal doon diligence
2471. That Palamon, that is thyn owne knight,
2472. Shal have his lady, as thou hast him hight.
2473. Though Mars shal helpe his knight, yet nathelees
2474. Bitwixe yow ther moot be som tyme pees,
2475. Al be ye noght of o complexioun,
2476. That causeth al day swich divisioun.
2477. I am thin ayel, redy at thy wille;
2478. Weep thou namore, I wol thy lust fulfille.’
2479. Now wol I stinten of the goddes above,
2480. Of Mars, and of Venus, goddesse of love,
2481. And telle yow, as pleynly as I can,
2482. The grete effect, for which that I bigan.

Explicit tercia pars.
Sequitur pars quarta.

2483. Greet was the feste in Athenes that day,
2484. And eek the lusty seson of that May
2485. Made every wight to been in swich plesaunce,
2486. That al that Monday Iusten they and daunce,
2487. And spenden it in Venus heigh servyse.
2488. But by the cause that they sholde ryse
2489. Erly, for to seen the grete fight,
2490. Unto hir reste wente they at night.
2491. And on the morwe, whan that day gan springe,
2492. Of hors and harneys, noyse and clateringe
2493. Ther was in hostelryes al aboute;
2494. And to the paleys rood ther many a route
2495. Of lordes, up-on stedes and palfreys.
2496. Ther maystow seen devysing of herneys
2497. So uncouth and so riche, and wroght so weel
2498. Of goldsmithrie, of browding, and of steel;
2499. The sheeldes brighte, testers, and trappures;
2500. Gold-hewen helmes, hauberks, cote-armures;
2501. Lordes in paraments on hir courseres,
2502. Knightes of retenue, and eek squyeres
2503. Nailinge the speres, and helmes bokelinge,
2504. Gigginge of sheeldes, with layneres lacinge;
2505. Ther as need is, they weren no-thing ydel;
2506. The fomy stedes on the golden brydel
2507. Gnawinge, and faste the armurers also
2508. With fyle and hamer prikinge to and fro;
2509. Yemen on fote, and communes many oon
2510. With shorte staves, thikke as they may goon;
2511. Pypes, trompes, nakers, clariounes,
2512. That in the bataille blowen blody sounes;
2513. The paleys ful of peples up and doun,
2514. Heer three, ther ten, holding hir questioun,
2515. Divyninge of thise Thebane knightes two.
2516. Somme seyden thus, somme seyde it shal be so;
2517. Somme helden with him with the blake berd,
2518. Somme with the balled, somme with the thikke-herd;
2519. Somme sayde, he loked grim and he wolde fighte;
2520. He hath a sparth of twenty pound of wighte.
2521. Thus was the halle ful of divyninge,
2522. Longe after that the sonne gan to springe.
2523. The grete Theseus, that of his sleep awaked
2524. With minstralcye and noyse that was maked,
2525. Held yet the chambre of his paleys riche,
2526. Til that the Thebane knightes, bothe y-liche
2527. Honoured, were into the paleys fet.
2528. Duk Theseus was at a window set,
2529. Arrayed right as he were a god in trone.
2530. The peple preesseth thider-ward ful sone
2531. Him for to seen, and doon heigh reverence,
2532. And eek to herkne his hest and his sentence.
2533. An heraud on a scaffold made an ho,
2534. Til al the noyse of the peple was y-do;
2535. And whan he saugh the peple of noyse al stille,
2536. Tho showed he the mighty dukes wille.
2537. ‘The lord hath of his heigh discrecioun
2538. Considered, that it were destruccioun
2539. To gentil blood, to fighten in the gyse
2540. Of mortal bataille now in this empryse;
2541. Wherfore, to shapen that they shul not dye,
2542. He wol his firste purpos modifye.
2543. No man therfor, up peyne of los of lyf,
2544. No maner shot, ne pollax, ne short knyf
2545. Into the listes sende, or thider bringe;
2546. Ne short swerd for to stoke, with poynt bytinge,
2547. No man ne drawe, ne bere it by his syde.
2548. Ne no man shal un-to his felawe ryde
2549. But o cours, with a sharp y-grounde spere;
2550. Foyne, if him list, on fote, him-self to were.
2551. And he that is at meschief, shal be take,
2552. And noght slayn, but be broght un-to the stake
2553. That shal ben ordeyned on either syde;
2554. But thider he shal by force, and ther abyde.
2555. And if so falle, the chieftayn be take
2556. On either syde, or elles slee his make,
2557. No lenger shal the turneyinge laste.
2558. God spede yow; goth forth, and ley on faste.
2559. With long swerd and with maces fight your fille.
2560. Goth now your wey; this is the lordes wille.’
2561. The voys of peple touchede the hevene,
2562. So loude cryden they with mery stevene:
2563. ‘God save swich a lord, that is so good,
2564. He wilneth no destruccioun of blood!’
2565. Up goon the trompes and the melodye.
2566. And to the listes rit the companye
2567. By ordinaunce, thurgh-out the citee large,
2568. Hanged with cloth of gold, and nat with sarge.
2569. Ful lyk a lord this noble duk gan ryde,
2570. Thise two Thebanes up-on either syde;
2571. And after rood the quene, and Emelye,
2572. And after that another companye
2573. Of oon and other, after hir degree.
2574. And thus they passen thurgh-out the citee,
2575. And to the listes come they by tyme.
2576. It nas not of the day yet fully pryme,
2577. Whan set was Theseus ful riche and hye,
2578. Ipolita the quene and Emelye,
2579. And other ladies in degrees aboute.
2580. Un-to the seetes preesseth al the route.
2581. And west-ward, thurgh the gates under Marte,
2582. Arcite, and eek the hundred of his parte,
2583. With baner reed is entred right anon;
2584. And in that selve moment Palamon
2585. Is under Venus, est-ward in the place,
2586. With baner whyt, and hardy chere and face.
2587. In al the world, to seken up and doun,
2588. So even with-outen variacioun,
2589. Ther nere swiche companyes tweye.
2590. For ther nas noon so wys that coude seye,
2591. That any hadde of other avauntage
2592. Of worthinesse, ne of estaat, ne age,
2593. So even were they chosen, for to gesse.
2594. And in two renges faire they hem dresse.
2595. Whan that hir names rad were everichoon,
2596. That in hir nombre gyle were ther noon,
2597. Tho were the gates shet, and cryed was loude:
2598. ‘Do now your devoir, yonge knightes proude!’
2599. The heraudes lefte hir priking up and doun;
2600. Now ringen trompes loude and clarioun;
2601. Ther is namore to seyn, but west and est
2602. In goon the speres ful sadly in arest;
2603. In goth the sharpe spore in-to the syde.
2604. Ther seen men who can Iuste, and who can ryde;
2605. Ther shiveren shaftes up-on sheeldes thikke;
2606. He feleth thurgh the herte-spoon the prikke.
2607. Up springen speres twenty foot on highte;
2608. Out goon the swerdes as the silver brighte.
2609. The helmes they to-hewen and to-shrede;
2610. Out brest the blood, with sterne stremes rede.
2611. With mighty maces the bones they to-breste.
2612. He thurgh the thikkeste of the throng gan threste.
2613. Ther stomblen stedes stronge, and doun goth al.
2614. He rolleth under foot as dooth a bal.
2615. He foyneth on his feet with his tronchoun,
2616. And he him hurtleth with his hors adoun.
2617. He thurgh the body is hurt, and sithen y-take,
2618. Maugree his heed, and broght un-to the stake,
2619. As forward was, right ther he moste abyde;
2620. Another lad is on that other syde.
2621. And som tyme dooth hem Theseus to reste,
2622. Hem to refresshe, and drinken if hem leste.
2623. Ful ofte a-day han thise Thebanes two
2624. Togidre y-met, and wroght his felawe wo;
2625. Unhorsed hath ech other of hem tweye.
2626. Ther nas no tygre in the vale of Galgopheye,
2627. Whan that hir whelp is stole, whan it is lyte,
2628. So cruel on the hunte, as is Arcite
2629. For Ielous herte upon this Palamoun:
2630. Ne in Belmarye ther nis so fel leoun,
2631. That hunted is, or for his hunger wood,
2632. Ne of his praye desireth so the blood,
2633. As Palamon to sleen his fo Arcite.
2634. The Ielous strokes on hir helmes byte;
2635. Out renneth blood on bothe hir sydes rede.
2636. Som tyme an ende ther is of every dede;
2637. For er the sonne un-to the reste wente,
2638. The stronge king Emetreus gan hente
2639. This Palamon, as he faught with Arcite,
2640. And made his swerd depe in his flesh to byte;
2641. And by the force of twenty is he take
2642. Unyolden, and y-drawe unto the stake.
2643. And in the rescous of this Palamoun
2644. The stronge king Ligurge is born adoun;
2645. And king Emetreus, for al his strengthe,
2646. Is born out of his sadel a swerdes lengthe,
2647. So hitte him Palamon er he were take;
2648. But al for noght, he was broght to the stake.
2649. His hardy herte mighte him helpe naught;
2650. He moste abyde, whan that he was caught
2651. By force, and eek by composicioun.
2652. Who sorweth now but woful Palamoun,
2653. That moot namore goon agayn to fighte?
2654. And whan that Theseus had seyn this sighte,
2655. Un-to the folk that foghten thus echoon
2656. He cryde, ‘Ho! namore, for it is doon!
2657. I wol be trewe Iuge, and no partye.
2658. Arcite of Thebes shal have Emelye,
2659. That by his fortune hath hir faire y-wonne.’
2660. Anon ther is a noyse of peple bigonne
2661. For Ioye of this, so loude and heigh with-alle,
2662. It semed that the listes sholde falle.
2663. What can now faire Venus doon above?
2664. What seith she now? what dooth this quene of love?
2665. But wepeth so, for wanting of hir wille,
2666. Til that hir teres in the listes fille;
2667. She seyde: ‘I am ashamed, doutelees.’
2668. Saturnus seyde: ‘Doghter, hold thy pees.
2669. Mars hath his wille, his knight hath al his bone,
2670. And, by myn heed, thou shalt ben esed sone.’
2671. The trompes, with the loude minstralcye,
2672. The heraudes, that ful loude yolle and crye,
2673. Been in hir wele for Ioye of daun Arcite.
2674. But herkneth me, and stinteth now a lyte,
2675. Which a miracle ther bifel anon.
2676. This fierse Arcite hath of his helm y-don,
2677. And on a courser, for to shewe his face,
2678. He priketh endelong the large place,
2679. Loking upward up-on this Emelye;
2680. And she agayn him caste a freendlich yÎ,
2681. (For wommen, as to speken in comune,
2682. They folwen al the favour of fortune),
2683. And she was al his chere, as in his herte.
2684. Out of the ground a furie infernal sterte,
2685. From Pluto sent, at requeste of Saturne,
2686. For which his hors for fere gan to turne,
2687. And leep asyde, and foundred as he leep;
2688. And, er that Arcite may taken keep,
2689. He pighte him on the pomel of his heed,
2690. That in the place he lay as he were deed,
2691. His brest to-brosten with his sadel-bowe.
2692. As blak he lay as any cole or crowe,
2693. So was the blood y-ronnen in his face.
2694. Anon he was y-born out of the place
2695. With herte soor, to Theseus paleys.
2696. Tho was he corven out of his harneys,
2697. And in a bed y-brought ful faire and blyve,
2698. For he was yet in memorie and alyve,
2699. And alway crying after Emelye.
2700. Duk Theseus, with al his companye,
2701. Is comen hoom to Athenes his citee,
2702. With alle blisse and greet solempnitee.
2703. Al be it that this aventure was falle,
2704. He nolde noght disconforten hem alle.
2705. Men seyde eek, that Arcite shal nat dye;
2706. He shal ben heled of his maladye.
2707. And of another thing they were as fayn,
2708. That of hem alle was ther noon y-slayn,
2709. Al were they sore y-hurt, and namely oon,
2710. That with a spere was thirled his brest-boon.
2711. To othere woundes, and to broken armes,
2712. Some hadden salves, and some hadden charmes;
2713. Fermacies of herbes, and eek save
2714. They dronken, for they wolde hir limes have.
2715. For which this noble duk, as he wel can,
2716. Conforteth and honoureth every man,
2717. And made revel al the longe night,
2718. Un-to the straunge lordes, as was right.
2719. Ne ther was holden no disconfitinge,
2720. But as a Iustes or a tourneyinge;
2721. For soothly ther was no disconfiture,
2722. For falling nis nat but an aventure;
2723. Ne to be lad with fors un-to the stake
2724. Unyolden, and with twenty knightes take,
2725. O persone allone, with-outen mo,
2726. And haried forth by arme, foot, and to,
2727. And eek his stede driven forth with staves,
2728. With footmen, bothe yemen and eek knaves,
2729. It nas aretted him no vileinye,
2730. Ther may no man clepen it cowardye.
2731. For which anon duk Theseus leet crye,
2732. To stinten alle rancour and envye,
2733. The gree as wel of o syde as of other,
2734. And either syde y-lyk, as otheres brother;
2735. And yaf hem yiftes after hir degree,
2736. And fully heeld a feste dayes three;
2737. And conveyed the kinges worthily
2738. Out of his toun a Iournee largely.
2739. And hoom wente every man the righte way.
2740. Ther was namore, but ‘far wel, have good day!’
2741. Of this bataille I wol namore endyte,
2742. But speke of Palamon and of Arcite
2743. Swelleth the brest of Arcite, and the sore
2744. Encreesseth at his herte more and more.
2745. The clothered blood, for any lechecraft,
2746. Corrupteth, and is in his bouk y-laft,
2747. That neither veyne-blood, ne ventusinge,
2748. Ne drinke of herbes may ben his helpinge.
2749. The vertu expulsif, or animal,
2750. Fro thilke vertu cleped natural
2751. Ne may the venim voyden, ne expelle.
2752. The pypes of his longes gonne to swelle,
2753. And every lacerte in his brest adoun
2754. Is shent with venim and corrupcioun.
2755. Him gayneth neither, for to gete his lyf,
2756. Vomyt upward, ne dounward laxatif;
2757. Al is to-brosten thilke regioun,
2758. Nature hath now no dominacioun.
2759. And certeinly, ther nature wol nat wirche,
2760. Far-wel, phisyk! go ber the man to chirche!
2761. This al and som, that Arcita mot dye,
2762. For which he sendeth after Emelye,
2763. And Palamon, that was his cosin dere;
2764. Than seyde he thus, as ye shul after here.
2765. ‘Naught may the woful spirit in myn herte
2766. Declare o poynt of alle my sorwes smerte
2767. To yow, my lady, that I love most;
2768. But I biquethe the service of my gost
2769. To yow aboven every creature,
2770. Sin that my lyf may no lenger dure.
2771. Allas, the wo! allas, the peynes stronge,
2772. That I for yow have suffred, and so longe!
2773. Allas, the deeth! allas, myn Emelye!
2774. Allas, departing of our companye!
2775. Allas, myn hertes quene! allas, my wyf!
2776. Myn hertes lady, endere of my lyf!
2777. What is this world? what asketh men to have?
2778. Now with his love, now in his colde grave
2779. Allone, with-outen any companye.
2780. Far-wel, my swete fo! myn Emelye!
2781. And softe tak me in your armes tweye,
2782. For love of God, and herkneth what I seye.
2783. I have heer with my cosin Palamon
2784. Had stryf and rancour, many a day a-gon,
2785. For love of yow, and for my Ielousye.
2786. And Iupiter so wis my soule gye,
2787. To speken of a servant proprely,
2788. With alle circumstaunces trewely,
2789. That is to seyn, trouthe, honour, and knighthede,
2790. Wisdom, humblesse, estaat, and heigh kinrede,
2791. Fredom, and al that longeth to that art,
2792. So Iupiter have of my soule part,
2793. As in this world right now ne knowe I non
2794. So worthy to ben loved as Palamon,
2795. That serveth yow, and wol don al his lyf.
2796. And if that ever ye shul been a wyf,
2797. Foryet nat Palamon, the gentil man.’
2798. And with that word his speche faille gan,
2799. For from his feet up to his brest was come
2800. The cold of deeth, that hadde him overcome.
2801. And yet more-over, in his armes two
2802. The vital strengthe is lost, and al ago.
2803. Only the intellect, with-outen more,
2804. That dwelled in his herte syk and sore,
2805. Gan faillen, when the herte felte deeth,
2806. Dusked his eyen two, and failled breeth.
2807. But on his lady yet caste he his yÎ;
2808. His laste word was, ‘mercy, Emelye!’
2809. His spirit chaunged hous, and wente ther,
2810. As I cam never, I can nat tellen wher.
2811. Therfor I stinte, I nam no divinistre;
2812. Of soules finde I nat in this registre,
2813. Ne me ne list thilke opiniouns to telle
2814. Of hem, though that they wryten wher they dwelle.
2815. Arcite is cold, ther Mars his soule gye;
2816. Now wol I speken forth of Emelye.
2817. Shrighte Emelye, and howleth Palamon,
2818. And Theseus his suster took anon
2819. Swowninge, and bar hir fro the corps away.
2820. What helpeth it to tarien forth the day,
2821. To tellen how she weep, bothe eve and morwe?
2822. For in swich cas wommen have swich sorwe,
2823. Whan that hir housbonds been from hem ago,
2824. That for the more part they sorwen so,
2825. Or elles fallen in swich maladye,
2826. That at the laste certeinly they dye.
2827. Infinite been the sorwes and the teres
2828. Of olde folk, and folk of tendre yeres,
2829. In al the toun, for deeth of this Theban;
2830. For him ther wepeth bothe child and man;
2831. So greet a weping was ther noon, certayn,
2832. Whan Ector was y-broght, al fresh y-slayn,
2833. To Troye; allas! the pitee that was ther,
2834. Cracching of chekes, rending eek of heer.
2835. ‘Why woldestow be deed,’ thise wommen crye,
2836. ‘And haddest gold y-nough, and Emelye?’
2837. No man mighte gladen Theseus,
2838. Savinge his olde fader Egeus,
2839. That knew this worldes transmutacioun,
2840. As he had seyn it chaungen up and doun,
2841. Ioye after wo, and wo after gladnesse:
2842. And shewed hem ensamples and lyknesse.
2843. ‘Right as ther deyed never man,’ quod he,
2844. ‘That he ne livede in erthe in som degree,
2845. Right so ther livede never man,’ he seyde,
2846. ‘In al this world, that som tyme he ne deyde.
2847. This world nis but a thurghfare ful of wo,
2848. And we ben pilgrimes, passinge to and fro;
2849. Deeth is an ende of every worldly sore.’
2850. And over al this yet seyde he muchel more
2851. To this effect, ful wysly to enhorte
2852. The peple, that they sholde hem reconforte.
2853. Duk Theseus, with al his bisy cure,
2854. Caste now wher that the sepulture
2855. Of good Arcite may best y-maked be,
2856. And eek most honurable in his degree.
2857. And at the laste he took conclusioun,
2858. That ther as first Arcite and Palamoun
2859. Hadden for love the bataille hem bitwene,
2860. That in that selve grove, swote and grene,
2861. Ther as he hadde his amorous desires,
2862. His compleynt, and for love his hote fires,
2863. He wolde make a fyr, in which thoffice
2864. Funeral he mighte al accomplice;
2865. And leet comaunde anon to hakke and hewe
2866. The okes olde, and leye hem on a rewe
2867. In colpons wel arrayed for to brenne;
2868. His officers with swifte feet they renne
2869. And ryde anon at his comaundement.
2870. And after this, Theseus hath y-sent
2871. After a bere, and it al over-spradde
2872. With cloth of gold, the richest that he hadde.
2873. And of the same suyte he cladde Arcite;
2874. Upon his hondes hadde he gloves whyte;
2875. Eek on his heed a croune of laurer grene,
2876. And in his hond a swerd ful bright and kene.
2877. He leyde him bare the visage on the bere,
2878. Therwith he weep that pitee was to here.
2879. And for the peple sholde seen him alle,
2880. Whan it was day, he broghte him to the halle,
2881. That roreth of the crying and the soun.
2882. Tho cam this woful Theban Palamoun,
2883. With flotery berd, and ruggy asshy heres,
2884. In clothes blake, y-dropped al with teres;
2885. And, passing othere of weping, Emelye,
2886. The rewfulleste of al the companye.
2887. In as muche as the service sholde be
2888. The more noble and riche in his degree,
2889. Duk Theseus leet forth three stedes bringe,
2890. That trapped were in steel al gliteringe,
2891. And covered with the armes of daun Arcite.
2892. Up-on thise stedes, that weren grete and whyte,
2893. Ther seten folk, of which oon bar his sheeld,
2894. Another his spere up in his hondes heeld;
2895. The thridde bar with him his bowe Turkeys,
2896. Of brend gold was the cas, and eek the harneys;
2897. And riden forth a pas with sorweful chere
2898. Toward the grove, as ye shul after here.
2899. The nobleste of the Grekes that ther were
2900. Upon hir shuldres carieden the bere,
2901. With slakke pas, and eyen rede and wete,
2902. Thurgh-out the citee, by the maister-strete,
2903. That sprad was al with blak, and wonder hye
2904. Right of the same is al the strete y-wrye.
2905. Up-on the right hond wente old Egeus,
2906. And on that other syde duk Theseus,
2907. With vessels in hir hand of gold ful fyn,
2908. Al ful of hony, milk, and blood, and wyn;
2909. Eek Palamon, with ful greet companye;
2910. And after that cam woful Emelye,
2911. With fyr in honde, as was that tyme the gyse,
2912. To do thoffice of funeral servyse.
2913. Heigh labour, and ful greet apparaillinge
2914. Was at the service and the fyr-makinge,
2915. That with his grene top the heven raughte,
2916. And twenty fadme of brede the armes straughte;
2917. This is to seyn, the bowes were so brode.
2918. Of stree first ther was leyd ful many a lode.
2919. But how the fyr was maked up on highte,
2920. And eek the names how the treÎs highte,
2921. As ook, firre, birch, asp, alder, holm, popler,
2922. Wilow, elm, plane, ash, box, chasteyn, lind, laurer,
2923. Mapul, thorn, beech, hasel, ew, whippeltree,
2924. How they weren feld, shal nat be told for me;
2925. Ne how the goddes ronnen up and doun,
2926. Disherited of hir habitacioun,
2927. In which they woneden in reste and pees,
2928. Nymphes, Faunes, and Amadrides;
2929. Ne how the bestes and the briddes alle
2930. Fledden for fere, whan the wode was falle;
2931. Ne how the ground agast was of the light,
2932. That was nat wont to seen the sonne bright;
2933. Ne how the fyr was couched first with stree,
2934. And than with drye stokkes cloven a three,
2935. And than with grene wode and spycerye,
2936. And than with cloth of gold and with perrye,
2937. And gerlandes hanging with ful many a flour,
2938. The mirre, thencens, with al so greet odour;
2939. Ne how Arcite lay among al this,
2940. Ne what richesse aboute his body is;
2941. Ne how that Emelye, as was the gyse,
2942. Putte in the fyr of funeral servyse;
2943. Ne how she swowned whan men made the fyr,
2944. Ne what she spak, ne what was hir desyr;
2945. Ne what Ieweles men in the fyr tho caste,
2946. Whan that the fyr was greet and brente faste;
2947. Ne how som caste hir sheeld, and som hir spere,
2948. And of hir vestiments, whiche that they were,
2949. And cuppes ful of wyn, and milk, and blood,
2950. Into the fyr, that brente as it were wood;
2951. Ne how the Grekes with an huge route
2952. ThryÎs riden al the fyr aboute
2953. Up-on the left hand, with a loud shoutinge,
2954. And thryÎs with hir speres clateringe;
2955. And thryÎs how the ladies gonne crye;
2956. Ne how that lad was hom-ward Emelye;
2957. Ne how Arcite is brent to asshen colde;
2958. Ne how that liche-wake was y-hold
2959. Al thilke night, ne how the Grekes pleye
2960. The wake-pleyes, ne kepe I nat to seye;
2961. Who wrastleth best naked, with oille enoynt,
2962. Ne who that bar him best, in no disioynt.
2963. I wol nat tellen eek how that they goon
2964. Hoom til Athenes, whan the pley is doon;
2965. But shortly to the poynt than wol I wende,
2966. And maken of my longe tale an ende.
2967. By processe and by lengthe of certeyn yeres
2968. Al stinted is the moorning and the teres
2969. Of Grekes, by oon general assent.
2970. Than semed me ther was a parlement
2971. At Athenes, up-on certeyn poynts and cas;
2972. Among the whiche poynts y-spoken was
2973. To have with certeyn contrees alliaunce,
2974. And have fully of Thebans obeisaunce.
2975. For which this noble Theseus anon
2976. Leet senden after gentil Palamon,
2977. Unwist of him what was the cause and why;
2978. But in his blake clothes sorwefully
2979. He cam at his comaundement in hye.
2980. Tho sente Theseus for Emelye.
2981. Whan they were set, and hust was al the place,
2982. And Theseus abiden hadde a space
2983. Er any word cam from his wyse brest,
2984. His eyen sette he ther as was his lest,
2985. And with a sad visage he syked stille,
2986. And after that right thus he seyde his wille.
2987. ‘The firste moevere of the cause above,
2988. Whan he first made the faire cheyne of love,
2989. Greet was theffect, and heigh was his entente;
2990. Wel wiste he why, and what ther-of he mente;
2991. For with that faire cheyne of love he bond
2992. The fyr, the eyr, the water, and the lond
2993. In certeyn boundes, that they may nat flee;
2994. That same prince and that moevere,’ quod he,
2995. ‘Hath stablissed, in this wrecched world adoun,
2996. Certeyne dayes and duracioun
2997. To al that is engendred in this place,
2998. Over the whiche day they may nat pace,
2999. Al mowe they yet tho dayes wel abregge;
3000. Ther needeth non auctoritee allegge,
3001. For it is preved by experience,
3002. But that me list declaren my sentence.
3003. Than may men by this ordre wel discerne,
3004. That thilke moevere stable is and eterne.
3005. Wel may men knowe, but it be a fool,
3006. That every part deryveth from his hool.
3007. For nature hath nat take his beginning
3008. Of no partye ne cantel of a thing,
3009. But of a thing that parfit is and stable,
3010. Descending so, til it be corrumpable.
3011. And therfore, of his wyse purveyaunce,
3012. He hath so wel biset his ordinaunce,
3013. That speces of thinges and progressiouns
3014. Shullen enduren by successiouns,
3015. And nat eterne be, with-oute lye:
3016. This maistow understonde and seen at yÎ.
3017. ‘Lo the ook, that hath so long a norisshinge
3018. From tyme that it first biginneth springe,
3019. And hath so long a lyf, as we may see,
3020. Yet at the laste wasted is the tree.
3021. ‘Considereth eek, how that the harde stoon
3022. Under our feet, on which we trede and goon,
3023. Yit wasteth it, as it lyth by the weye.
3024. The brode river somtyme wexeth dreye.
3025. The grete tounes see we wane and wende.
3026. Than may ye see that al this thing hath ende.
3027. ‘Of man and womman seen we wel also,
3028. That nedeth, in oon of thise termes two,
3029. This is to seyn, in youthe or elles age,
3030. He moot ben deed, the king as shal a page;
3031. Som in his bed, som in the depe see,
3032. Som in the large feeld, as men may se;
3033. Ther helpeth noght, al goth that ilke weye.
3034. Thanne may I seyn that al this thing moot deye.
3035. What maketh this but Iupiter the king?
3036. The which is prince and cause of alle thing,
3037. Converting al un-to his propre welle,
3038. From which it is deryved, sooth to telle.
3039. And here-agayns no creature on lyve
3040. Of no degree availleth for to stryve.
3041. ‘Thanne is it wisdom, as it thinketh me,
3042. To maken vertu of necessitee,
3043. And take it wel, that we may nat eschue,
3044. And namely that to us alle is due.
3045. And who-so gruccheth ought, he dooth folye,
3046. And rebel is to him that al may gye.
3047. And certeinly a man hath most honour
3048. To dyen in his excellence and flour,
3049. Whan he is siker of his gode name;
3050. Than hath he doon his freend, ne him, no shame.
3051. And gladder oghte his freend ben of his deeth,
3052. Whan with honour up-yolden is his breeth,
3053. Than whan his name apalled is for age;
3054. For al forgeten is his vasselage.
3055. Than is it best, as for a worthy fame,
3056. To dyen whan that he is best of name.
3057. The contrarie of al this is wilfulnesse.
3058. Why grucchen we? why have we hevinesse,
3059. That good Arcite, of chivalrye flour
3060. Departed is, with duetee and honour,
3061. Out of this foule prison of this lyf?
3062. Why grucchen heer his cosin and his wyf
3063. Of his wel-fare that loved hem so weel?
3064. Can he hem thank? nay, God wot, never a deel,
3065. That bothe his soule and eek hem-self offende,
3066. And yet they mowe hir lustes nat amende.
3067. ‘What may I conclude of this longe serie,
3068. But, after wo, I rede us to be merie,
3069. And thanken Iupiter of al his grace?
3070. And, er that we departen from this place,
3071. I rede that we make, of sorwes two,
3072. O parfyt Ioye, lasting ever-mo;
3073. And loketh now, wher most sorwe is her-inne,
3074. Ther wol we first amenden and biginne.
3075. ‘Suster,’ quod he, ‘this is my fulle assent,
3076. With al thavys heer of my parlement,
3077. That gentil Palamon, your owne knight,
3078. That serveth yow with wille, herte, and might,
3079. And ever hath doon, sin that ye first him knewe,
3080. That ye shul, of your grace, up-on him rewe,
3081. And taken him for housbonde and for lord:
3082. Leen me your hond, for this is our acord.
3083. Lat see now of your wommanly pitee.
3084. He is a kinges brother sone, pardee;
3085. And, though he were a povre bacheler,
3086. Sin he hath served yow so many a yeer,
3087. And had for yow so greet adversitee,
3088. It moste been considered, leveth me;
3089. For gentil mercy oghte to passen right.’
3090. Than seyde he thus to Palamon ful right;
3091. ‘I trowe ther nedeth litel sermoning
3092. To make yow assente to this thing.
3093. Com neer, and tak your lady by the hond.’
3094. Bitwixen hem was maad anon the bond,
3095. That highte matrimoine or mariage,
3096. By al the counseil and the baronage.
3097. And thus with alle blisse and melodye
3098. Hath Palamon y-wedded Emelye.
3099. And God, that al this wyde world hath wroght,
3100. Sende him his love, that hath it dere a-boght.
3101. For now is Palamon in alle wele,
3102. Living in blisse, in richesse, and in hele;
3103. And Emelye him loveth so tendrely,
3104. And he hir serveth al-so gentilly,
3105. That never was ther no word hem bitwene
3106. Of Ielousye, or any other tene.
3107. Thus endeth Palamon and Emelye;
3108. And God save al this faire companye!—Amen.

Here is ended the Knightes Tale.

Here beginneth the Knight’s Tale.

  Whilom, as old stories tellen us, 
There was a duke that hight Theseus; 
Of Athens he was lord and governor,
And in his time such a conqueror,
That greater was there none under the sun.
Full many a rich country had he won;
What with his wisdom and his chivalry,
He conquered all the reign of Feminie,
That whilom was y-clept Scythia,
And wedded the queen Hippolyta,
And brought her home with him in his country
With much glory and great solemnity,
And eke her young sister Emily. 
And thus with victory and with melody
Let I this noble duke to Athens ride,
And all his host, in arms, him beside.
  And certes, if it nere too long to hear, 
I would have told you fully the manner,
How wonnen was the reign of Feminie  
By Theseus, and by his chivalry;
And of the great battle for the nones
Betwixten Athens and Amazons;
And how a-sieged was Hippolyta,
The fair hardy queen of Scythia;
And of the feast that was at their wedding,
And of the tempest at their homecoming;
But all that thing I mote as now forbear.
I have, God wot, a large field to ere,  
And weak be the oxen in my plough.
The remnant of the tale is long enough.
I will not letten eke none of this rout; 
Let every fellow tell his tale about,  
And let see now who shall the supper win;
And there I left, I will again begin.
  This duke, of whom I make mention,
When he was come almost unto the town,
In all his wealth and in his most pride,
He was ware, as he cast his eye aside,
Where that there kneeled in the highway
A company of ladies, tway and tway
Each after other, clad in clothes black;
But such a cry and such a woe they make,
That in this world nis creature living, 
That heard such another waymenting;
And of this cry they nould never stinten, 
Till they the reins of his bridle henten
  “What folk been ye, that at my homecoming
Perturben so my feast with crying?”
Quoth Theseus, “have ye so great envy
Of mine honour, that thus complain and cry?
Or who hath you misbeden, or offended? 
And telleth me if it may be amended;
And why that ye been clothed thus in black.”
  The eldest lady of ’em all spake,
When she had swooned with a deadly cheer,
That it was ruth for to see and hear,
And said, “Lord, to whom Fortune hath given
Victory, and as a conqueror to liven,
Naught grieveth us your glory and your honour;
But we beseechen mercy and succour.
Have mercy on our woe and our distress.
Some drop of pity, through thy gentilesse,
Upon us wretched women let thou fall,
For certes, lord, there nis none of us all,
That she nath been a duchess or a queen; 
Now be we caitiffs, as it is well seen:  
Thanked be Fortune, and her false wheel,
That no state assureth to be well.
And certes, lord, to abiden your presence,
Here in this temple of the goddess Clemence
We have been waiting all this fortnight;
Now help us, lord, sith it is in thy might.
  I wretch, which that weep and wail thus,
Was whilom wife to King Capaneus, 
That starve at Thebes, cursed be that day, 
And all we, that been in this array,
And maken all this lamentation,
We losten all our husbands at that town,
While that the siege thereabout lay.
And yet now the old Creon, waylaway!
That lord is now of Thebes the city,
Fulfilled of ire and of iniquity,
He, for despite, and for his tyranny, 
To do the dead bodies villainy,
Of all our lords, which that been slew,
Hath all the bodies on an heap y-drew,
And will not sufferen ’em, by none assent,
Neither to be y-buried or y-burnt,
But maketh hounds eat ’em in despite.” 
And with that word, withouten more respite,
They fellen gruf, and crieden piteously,
“Have on us wretched women some mercy,
And let our sorrow sinken in thine heart.”
  This gentil duke down from his courser start  
With heart piteous, when he heard ’em speak.
He thought that his heart would break,
When he saw ’em so piteous and so mate,
That whilom weren of so great estate.
And in his arms he ’em all up hent,
And ’em comforteth in full good intent;
And swore his oath, as he was true knight,
He would do so far-forthly his might 
Upon the tyrant Creon ’em to wreak,
That all the people of Greece should speak
How Creon was of Theseus y-served,
As he that had his death full well deserved.
And right anon, withouten more abode,
His banner he displayeth, and forth rode
To Thebes-ward, and all his host beside;
Nor near Athens would he go ne ride,
Ne take his ease fully half a day,
But onward on his way that night he lay;
And sent anon Hippolyta the queen,
And Emily her young sister sheen,
Unto the town of Athens to dwell;
And forth he rid; there nis no more to tell. 
  The red statue of Mars, with spear and targe,
So shineth in his white banner large,
That all the fields glitteren up and down;
And by his banner born is his pennon
Of gold full rich, in which there was y-beat
The Minotaur, which that he slew in Crete.
Thus rid this duke, thus rid this conqueror,  
And in his host of chivalry the flower,
Till that he came to Thebes, and alight
Fair in a field, there as he thought to fight.
But shortly for to speaken of this thing,
With Creon, which that was of Thebes king,
He fought, and slew him manly as a knight
In plain battle, and put the folk to flight;
And by assault he won the city after,
And rent a-down both wall, and spar, and rafter;
And to the ladies he restored again
The bones of their husbands that were slain,
To do obsequies, as was then the guise.  
But it were all too long for to devise
The great clamour and the waymenting
That the ladies made at the burning
Of the bodies, and the great honour
That Theseus, the noble conqueror,
Doth to the ladies, when they from him went;
But shortly for to tell is mine intent.
When that this worthy duke, this Theseus,
Hath Creon slain, and won Thebes thus,
Still in that field he took all night his rest,
And did with all the country as him lest.
  To ransack in the tass of bodies dead, 
’Em for to strip of harness and of wed,
The peelers diden business and cure,
After the battle and discomfiture.  
And so befell, that in the tass they found,
Through-girt with many a grievous bloody wound, 
Two young knights lying by and by,
Both in one arms, wrought full richly,
Of which two, Arcita hight that one, 
And that other knight hight Palamon.
Not fully quick, ne fully dead they were,
But by their coat-armours, and by their gear,
The heralds knew ’em best in special,
As they that weren of the blood royal
Of Thebes, and of sistren two y-born. 
Out of the tass the peelers have ’em torn, 
And have ’em carried soft unto the tent
Of Theseus, and he full soon ’em sent
To Athens, to dwellen in prison
Perpetually, he nould no ransom. 
And when this worthy duke hath thus y-done
He took his host, and home he rode anon
With laurel crowned as a conqueror;
And there he liveth in joy and in honour,
Term of his life, what needeth words mo’?
And in a tower, in anguish and in woe,
Dwellen this Palamon and eke Arcite
For evermore, there may no gold ’em quite.
  This passeth year by year, and day by day,
Till it fell once, in a morrow of May, 
That Emily, that fairer was to seen
Than is the lily upon his stalk green,
And fresher than the May with flowers new—
For with the rose colour strove her hue,
I not which was the finer of ’em two  
Ere it were day, as was her wont to do,
She was arisen, and already dight
For May will have no sluggardy a-night.
The season pricketh every gentil heart, 
And maketh it out of his sleep to start,
And saith, “Arise, and do thine observance.”
This maked Emily have remembrance
To do honour to May, and for to rise.
Y-clothed was she fresh, for to devise;
Her yellow hair was braided in a tress,
Behind her back, a yard long, I guess.
And in the garden, as the sun up-rist
She walketh up and down, and as her list
She gathereth flowers, part white and red,
To make a subtle garland for her head;
And as an angel heavenly she sung.
The great tower, that was so thick and strong,
Which of the castle was the chief dungeon,
(There as the knights weren in prison,
Of which I told you, and tellen shall),
Was even joinant to the garden wall, 
There as this Emily had her playing.
Bright was the sun, and clear that morning,
And Palamon, this woeful prisoner,
As was his wont, by leave of his jailer,
Was risen, and roamed in a chamber on high,
In which he all the noble city sigh’,
And eke the garden, full of branches green,
There as this fresh Emily the sheen
Was in her walk, and roamed up and down.
This sorrowful prisoner, this Palamon,
Goeth in the chamber, roaming to and fro,
And to himself complaining of his woe;
That he was born, full oft he said, “alas!”
And so befell, by adventure or case,
That through a window, thick of many a bar
Of iron great, and square as any spar,
He cast his eye upon Emilia,
And therewithal he blaint, and cried “a!”  
As though he stungen were unto the heart.
And with that cry Arcite anon up start,
And said, “Cousin mine, what aileth thee,
That art so pale and deadly on to see?
Why criedest thou? who hath thee done offence?
For God’s love, take all in patience
Our prison, for it may none other be;
Fortune hath given us this adversity.
Some wick aspect or disposition 
Of Saturn, by some constellation,
Hath given us this, although we had it sworn;
So stood the heaven when that we were born;
We must endure it: this is the short and plain.”
  This Palamon answered, and said again,
“Cousin, for sooth, of this opinion
Thou hast a vain imagination.
This prison caused me not for to cry.
But I was hurt right now throughout mine eye
Into mine heart, that will my bane be.
The fairness of that lady that I see
Yond in the garden roamen to and fro,
Is cause of all my crying and my woe.
I not whe’er she be woman or goddess, 
But Venus is it, soothly, as I guess.”
And therewithal on knees down he fell,
And said, “Venus, if it be thy will
You in this garden thus to transfigure
Before me, sorrowful wretched creature,
Out of this prison help that we may ’scapen.
And if so be my destiny be shapen
By eterne word to dien in prison,
Of our lineage have some compassion,
That is so low y-brought by tyranny.”
And with that word Arcite ’gan espy
Where as this lady roamed to and fro.
And with that sight her beauty hurt him so,
That, if that Palamon was wounded sore,
Arcite is hurt as much as he, or more.
And with a sigh he said piteously:
“The fresh beauty slayeth me suddenly
Of her that roameth in the yonder place;
And, but I have her mercy and her grace,
That I may see her at least way,
nam but dead, there nis no more to say.” 
  This Palamon, when he those words heard,
Despitously he looked, and answered: 
“Whether sayest thou this in earnest or in play?”
“Nay,” quoth Arcite, “in earnest, by my fay!  
God help me so, me list full evil play.”
  This Palamon ’gan knit his brows tway:  
“It nere,” quoth he “to thee no great honour  
For to be false, ne for to be traitor
To me, that am thy cousin and thy brother
Y-sworn full deep, and each of us to other,
That never, for to dien in the pain,
Till that the death depart shall us twain,
Neither of us in love to hinderen other,
Ne in none other case, my lief brother; 
But that thou shouldest truly furtheren me
In every case, and I shall furtheren thee.
This was thine oath, and mine also, certain;
wot right well, thou darest it not withsayn.
Thus art thou of mine counsel, out of doubt.
And now thou wouldst falsely be about
To love my lady, whom I love and serve,
And ever shall, till that mine heart starve
Now certes, false Arcite, thou shalt not so.
I loved her first, and told thee my woe
As to my counsel, and my brother sworn
To further me, as I have told beforn.
For which thou art y-bounden as a knight
To helpen me, if it lay in thy might,
Or else art thou false, I dare well sayn.”
  This Arcite full proudly spake again,
“Thou shalt,” quoth he, “be rather false than I;
But thou art false, I tell thee utterly;
For paramour I loved her first ere thou.
What wilt thou sayn? thou wistest not yet now 
Whether she be a woman or goddess!
Thine is affection of holiness,
And mine is love, as to a creature;
For which I told thee mine adventure
As to my cousin, and my brother sworn.
I ’pose, that thou lovedest her beforn;
Wist thou not well the old clerk’s saw,
That ‘who shall give a lover any law?’
Love is a greater law, by my pan,
Than may be give to any earthly man;
And therefore positive law and such decree
Is broken all day for love, in each degree.
A man mote needs love, maugre his head,
He may not fleen it, though he should be dead,
All be she maid, or widow, or else wife.
And eke it is not likely, all thy life,
To standen in her grace; no more shall I;
For well thou wist thyselfen, verily,
That thou and I be damned to prison
Perpetually; us gaineth no ransom.
We strive as did the hounds for the bone,
They fought all day, and yet their part was none;
There came a kite, while that they were wroth,
And bear away the bone betwixt ’em both.
And therefore, at the king’s court, my brother,
Each man for himself, there is none other.
Love if thee list, for I love and aye shall; 
And soothly, lief brother, this is all.  
Here in this prison mote we endure,
And everich of us take his adventure.”
  Great was the strife and long betwixt ’em tway,
If that I had leisure for to say;
But to th’effect. It happed on a day,
(To tell it you as shortly as I may)
A worthy duke that hight Pirithous, 
That fellow was unto duke Theseus
Since thilk day that they were children lite,
Was come to Athens, his fellow to visit,
And for to play, as he was wont to do;
For in this world he loved no man so:
And he loved him as tenderly again.
So well they loved, as old books sayn,
That when that one was dead, soothly to tell,
His fellow went and sought him down in hell; 
But of that story list me not to write.  
Duke Pirithous loved well Arcite,
And had him known at Thebes year by year;
And finally, at request and prayer
Of Pirithous, without any ransom,
Duke Theseus him let out of prison,
Freely to go, where that him list over all,
In such a guise, as I you tellen shall.
This was the foreward, plainly for t’indite
Betwixten Theseus and him Arcite:
That if so were, that Arcite were y-found
Ever in his life, by day or night or stound
In any country of this Theseus,
And he were caught, it was accorded thus,
That with a sword he should lose his head;
There nas no other remedy ne rede,
But taketh his leave, and homeward he him sped;
Let him beware, his neck lieth to wed!
  How great a sorrow suffereth now Arcite!
The death he feeleth through his heart smite;
He weepeth, waileth, crieth piteously,
To slayen himself he waiteth privily.
He said, “Alas that day that I was born!
Now is my prison worse than beforn;
Now is me shape eternally to dwell
Not in purgatory, but in hell.
Alas! that ever knew I Pirithous!
For else had I dwelled with Theseus,
Y-fettered in his prison evermo’.
Then had I been in bliss, and not in woe.
Only the sight of her, whom that I serve,
Though that I never her grace may deserve,
Would have sufficed right enough for me.
O dear cousin Palamon,” quoth he,
“Thine is the victory of this adventure,
Full blissfully in prison mayest thou dure;
In prison? certes nay, but in paradise!
Well hath fortune y-turned thee the dice,
That hast the sight of her, and I th’absence.
For possible is, since thou hast her presence,
And art a knight, a worthy and an able,
That by some case, since Fortune is changeable,
Thou mayst to thy desire sometime attain.
But I, that am exiled, and barren
Of all grace, and in so great despair,
That there nis earth, water, fire, ne air, 
Ne creature, that of ’em maked is,
That may me help or do comfort in this.
Well ought I starve in wanhope and distress; 
Farewell my life, my lust, and my gladness!
  Alas, why ’plainen folk so in common
Of purveyance of God, or of fortune,
That giveth ’em full oft in many a guise
Well better than they can ’emself devise?
Some man desireth for to have richesse,
That cause is of his murder or great sickness;
And some man would out of his prison fain,
That in his house is of his meinie slain. 
Infinite harms be in this matter;
We witten not what thing we prayen here.
We fairen as he that drunk is as a mouse;
A drunk man wot well he hath a house,
But he not which the right way is thither;
And to a drunk man the way is slider.
And certes, in this world so fairen we;
We seeken fast after felicity,
But we go wrong full often, truly.
Thus may we sayn all, and namely I,
That wend and had a great opinion,
That, if I might escapen from prison,
Then had I been in joy and perfect health,
There now I am exiled from my wealth.
Since that I may not see you, Emily,
nam but dead; there nis no remedy.”
  Upon that other side Palamon,
When that he wist Arcite was a-gone,
Such sorrow he maketh, that the great tower
Resoundeth of his yelling and clamour.
The pure fetters on his shins great
Weren of his bitter salt tears wet.
“Alas,” quoth he, “Arcita, cousin mine,
Of all our strife, God wot, the fruit is thine. 
Thou walkest now in Thebes at thy large,
And of my woe thou givest little charge.
Thou mayst, since thou hast wisdom and manhood,
Assemblen all the folk of our kindred,
And make a war so sharp on this city,
That by some adventure, or some treaty, 
Thou mayst have her to lady and to wife,
For whom that I mote needs lose my life.
For, as by way of possibility,
Sith thou art at thy large, of prison free, 
And art a lord, great is thine advantage,
More than is mine, that starve here in a cage.
For I mote weep and wail, while I live,
With all the woe that prison may me give,
And eke with pain that love me giveth also,
That doubleth all my torment and my woe.”
Therewith the fire of jealousy up start
Within his breast, and hent him by the heart 
So woodly, that he like was to behold
The box tree, or the ashen dead and cold.
Then said he, “O cruel gods, that govern
This world with binding of your word eterne,
And writen in the table of adamant,
Your parliament, and your eterne grant,
What is mankind more unto you hold
Than is the sheep, that rocketh in the fold?  
For slain is man right as another beast,
And dwelleth eke in prison and arrest,
And hath sickness, and great adversity,
And oft times guiltless, pardee!
  What governance is in this prescience,
That guiltless tormenteth innocence?
And yet increaseth this all my penance,
That man is bounden to his observance,
For God’s sake, to letten of his will,
There as a beast may all his lust fulfil.
And when a beast is dead, he hath no pain;
But man after his death mote weep and ’plain,
Though in this world he have care and woe:
Withouten doubt it may standen so.
The answer of this I let to divinis,  
But well I wot, that in this world great pain is.
Alas! I see a serpent or a thief,
That many a true man hath done mischief,
Go at his large, and where him list may turn. 
But I mote be in prison through Saturn,
And eke through Juno, jealous and eke wood,
That hath destroyed well nigh all the blood
Of Thebes, with his vast walls wide;
And Venus slayeth me on that other side
For jealousy, and fear of him Arcite.”
  Now will I stint of Palamon a lite,
And let him in his prison still dwell,
And of Arcita forth I will you tell.
  The summer passeth, and the nights long
Increasen double wise the pains strong
Both of the lover and the prisoner.
I not which hath the woefuller master. 
For shortly for to sayn, this Palamon
Perpetually is damned to prison,
In chains and in fetters to be dead;
And Arcite is exiled upon his head
For evermore as out of that country,
Ne never more he shall his lady see.
  You lovers ask I now this question,
Who hath the worse, Arcite or Palamon?
That one may see his lady day by day,
But in prison he mote dwell alway.
That other where him list may ride or go, 
But see his lady shall he never mo’.
Now deemeth as you list, ye that can,
For I will tell forth as I began.

Explicit prima Pars.
Sequitur pars secunda.

  When that Arcite to Thebes comen was,
Full oft a day he swelt and said, “alas,”  
For see his lady shall he never mo’.
And shortly to concluden all his woe,
So much sorrow had never creature
That is, or shall, while that the world may dure.
His sleep, his meat, his drink, is him bereft,
That lean he was, and dry as is a shaft;
His eyen hollow, and grisly to behold;
His hue fallow, and pale as ashen cold,
And solitary he was, and ever alone,
And wailing all the night, making his moan.
And if he heard song or instrument,
Then would he weep, he might not be stint;
So feeble eke were his spirits, and so low,
And changed so, that no man could know
His speech nor his voice, though men it heard.
And in his geer, for all the world he fared 
Not only like the lover’s malady
Of Eros, but rather like mania,
Engendered of humour melancholic,
Beforen, in his cell fantastic.
And shortly, turned was all upside down
Both habit and eke disposition
Of him, this woeful lover dan Arcite. 
  What should I all day of his woe indite?
When he endured had a year or two
This cruel torment, and this pain and woe,
At Thebes, in his country, as I said,
Upon a night, in sleep as he him laid,
Him thought how that the winged god Mercury
Beforn him stood and bade him to be merry.
His sleepy yard in hand he bear upright; 
An hat he weared upon his hairs bright.
Arrayed was this god (as he took keep)
As he was when that Argus took his sleep;
And said him thus: “To Athens shalt thou wend;
There is thee shapen of thy woe an end.”
And with that word Arcite woke and start.
“Now truly, how sore that me smart,”
Quoth he, “to Athens right now will I fare;
Ne for the dread of death shall I not spare
To see my lady, that I love and serve;
In her presence I reach not to starve.” 
  And with that word he caught a great mirror,
And saw that changed was all his colour,
And saw his visage all in another kind.
And right anon it ran him in his mind,
That, sith his face was so disfigured
Of malady, the which he had endured,
He might well, if that he bear him low,
Live in Athens evermore unknown,
And see his lady well nigh day by day.
And right anon he changed his array,
And clad him as a povre labourer,
And all alone, save only a squire
That knew his privity and all his case, 
Which was disguised povrely, as he was,
To Athens is he gone the next way.
And to the court he went upon a day,
And at the gate he proffereth his service,
To drudge and draw, what so men will devise.
And shortly of this matter for to sayn,
He fell in office with a chamberlain,
The which that dwelling was with Emily.
For he was wise, and could soon espy
Of every servant, which that serveth her.
Well could he hewen wood, and water bear,
For he was young and mighty for the nones,
And thereto he was strong and big of bones
To do that any wight can him devise.
A year or two he was in this service,
Page of the chamber of Emily the bright;
And “Philostrate” he said that he hight.
But half so well beloved a man as he
Ne was there never in court, of his degree;
He was so gentil of condition, 
That throughout all the court was his renown.
They saiden, that it were a charity
That Theseus would enhancen his degree,
And putten him in worshipful service,
There as he might his virtue exercise.
And thus within a while, his name is sprung
Both of his deeds, and his good tongue,
That Theseus hath taken him so near
That of his chamber he made him a squire,
And gave him gold to maintain his degree;
And eke men brought him out of his country
From year to year, full privily, his rent;
But honestly and slyly he it spent,
That no man wondered how that he it had.
And three year in this wise his life he led,
And bear him so in peace and eke in war,
There nas no man that Theseus hath dear.
And in this bliss let I now Arcite,
And speak I will of Palamon a lite.
  In darkness and horrible and strong prison
This seven year hath seten Palamon
Forpined, what for woe and for distress; 
Who feeleth double sore and heaviness
But Palamon, that love distraineth so,
That wood out of his wit he goeth for woe; 
And eke thereto he is a prisoner
Perpetually, not only for a year.
Who could rhyme in English properly
His martyrdom? for sooth, it nam not I;
Therefore I pass as lightly as I may.
  It fell that in the seventh year, in May
The third night, (as old books sayn,
That all this story tellen more plain,)
Were it by adventure or destiny, 
(As, when a thing is shapen, it shall be,)
That, soon after the midnight, Palamon,
By helping of a friend, break his prison,
And fleeth the city, fast as he may go;
For he had gave his jailer drink so
Of a claret, made of a certain wine,
With narcotics and opium of Thebes fine,
That all that night, though that men would him shake,
The jailer sleep, he might not awake;
And thus he fleeth as fast as ever he may.
The night was short, and fast by the day,
That needs cost he must himselfen hide,
And to a grove, fast there beside
With dreadful foot then stalketh Palamon.
For shortly, this was his opinion:
That in that grove he would him hide all day,
And in the night then would he take his way
To Thebes-ward, his friends for to pray
On Theseus to help him to warray;  
And shortly, either he would lose his life,
Or winnen Emily unto his wife;
This is th’effect and his intent plain.
  Now will I turn unto Arcite again,
That little wist how nigh that was his care,
Till that fortune had brought him in the snare.
  The busy lark, messenger of day,
Saluteth in her song the morrow grey, 
And fiery Phoebus riseth up so bright
That all the orient laugheth of the light,
And with his streams dryeth in the groves
The silver drops, hanging on the leaves.
And Arcite, that is in the court royal
With Theseus, his squire principal,
Is risen, and looketh on the merry day.
And, for to do his observance to May,
Remembering on the point of his desire,
He on a courser, starting as the fire,
Is ridden into the fields, him to play,
Out of the court, were it a mile or tway
And to the grove, of which that I you told,
By adventure, his way he ’gan to hold,
To maken him a garland of the groves,
Were it of woodbine or hawthorn leaves,
And loud he sung against the sun sheen:
“May, with all thy flowers and thy green,
Welcome be thou, fair fresh May,
I hope that I some green get may.”
And from his courser, with a lusty heart,
Into the grove full hastily he start,
And in a path he roameth up and down,
There as, by adventure, this Palamon
Was in a bush, that no man might him see,
For sore a-feared of his death was he.
No thing ne knew he that it was Arcite;
God wot he would have trowed it full lite
But sooth is said, go sithen many years,
That ‘field hath eyen, and the wood hath ears.’
It is full fair a man to bear him even,
For all day meeteth men at unset steven
Full little wot Arcite of his fellow,
That was so nigh to harken all his saw
For in the bush he sitteth now full still.
  When that Arcite had roamed all his fill,
And sungen all the roundel lustily,
Into a study he fell suddenly,
As do these lovers in their quaint geers,  
Now in the crop, now down in the briars,
Now up, now down, as bucket in a well.
Right as the Friday, soothly for to tell,
Now it shineth, now it raineth fast,
Right so can geery Venus overcast
The hearts of her folk; right as her day
Is geerful, right so changeth she array.
Seld’ is the Friday all the week alike.
  When that Arcite had sung, he ’gan to sigh
And set him down withouten any more:
“Alas,” quoth he, “that day that I was bore!
How long, Juno, through thy cruelty,
Wilt thou warrayen Thebes the city? 
Alas, y-brought is to confusion
The blood royal of Cadme and Amphion;
Of Cadmus, which that was the first man
That Thebes built, or first the town began,
And of the city first was crowned king,
Of his lineage am I, and his offspring
By very line, as of the stock royal: 
And now I am so caitiff and so thrall,
That he, that is my mortal enemy,
I serve him as his squire povrely.  
And yet doth Juno me well more shame,
For I dare not beknow mine own name;
But there as I was wont to hight Arcite,
Now hight I Philostrate, not worth a mite.
Alas, thou fierce Mars! Alas! Juno,
Thus hath your ire our kindred all fordo,
Save only me, and wretched Palamon,
That Theseus martyreth in prison.
And over all this, to slayen me utterly,
Love hath his fiery dart so burningly
Y-sticked through my true careful heart,
That shapen was my death erst than my shirt.
Ye slayen me with your eyen, Emily;
Ye be the cause wherefore that I die.
Of all the remnant of mine other care
Ne set I not the ’mountance of a tare,
So that I could do aught to your pleasance!”
And with that word he fell down in a trance
A long time; and after he up start.
  This Palamon, that thought that through his heart
He felt a cold sword suddenly glide,
For ire he quook, no longer would he bide. 
And when that he had heard Arcite’s tale,
As he were wood, with face dead and pale, 
He start him up out of the bushes thick,
And said: “Arcite, false traitor wick,
Now art thou hent, that lovest my lady so, 
For whom that I have all this pain and woe,
And art my blood, and to my counsel sworn,
As I full oft have told thee here beforn,
And hast bejaped here duke Theseus, 
And falsely changed hast thy name thus;
I will be dead, or else thou shalt die.
Thou shalt not love my lady Emily,
But I will love her only, and no mo’;
For I am Palamon, thy mortal foe.
And though that I no weapon have in this place,
But out of prison am a-start by grace,
dread not that either thou shalt die, 
Or thou ne shalt not loven Emily.
Choose which thou wilt, or thou shalt not a-start!”
  This Arcite, with full despitous heart,
When he him knew, and had his tale heard,
As fierce as lion, pulled out his sword,
And said thus: “By God that sit above,
Nere it that thou art sick, and wood for love,  
And eke that thou no weapon hast in this place,
Thou shouldest never out of this grove pace,
That thou ne shouldest dien of mine hand.
For I defy the surety and the bond
Which that thou sayst that I have made to thee.
What, very fool, think well that love is free, 
And I will love her, maugre all thy might!  
But, for as much thou art a worthy knight,
And wilnest to darrein her by battle,
Have here my troth; tomorrow I will not fail,
Without witting of any other wight,
That here I will be founden as a knight,
And bringen harness right enough for thee;  
And choose the best, and leave the worst for me.
And meat and drink this night will I bring
Enough for thee, and clothes for thy bedding.
And, if so be that thou my lady win,
And slay me in this wood there I am in,
Thou mayest well have thy lady, as for me.”
This Palamon answered: “I grant it thee.”
And thus they been departed till a-morrow,
When each of ’em had laid his faith to borrow.
  O Cupid, out of all charity!
O reign, that wilt no fellow have with thee!
For sooth is said, that love ne lordship
Will not, his thanks, have no fellowship;
Well finden that Arcite and Palamon.
Arcite is riden anon unto the town,
And on the morrowere it were day’s light,
Full privily two harness hath he dight
Both sufficient and meet to darrein
The battle in the field betwixt ’em twain.
And on his horse, alone as he was born,
He carrieth all the harness him beforn;
And in the grove, at time and place y-set,
This Arcite and this Palamon been met.
Tho changen ’gan the colour in their face; 
Right as the hunters in the reign of Thrace,
That standeth at the gap with a spear,
When hunted is the lion or the bear,
And heareth him come rushing in the groves,
And breaketh both boughs and the leaves,
And thinketh, “here cometh my mortal enemy,
Without fail, he mote be dead, or I;
For either I mote slayen him at the gap,
Or he mote slayen me, if that me mishap:”
So fareden they, in changing of their hue,
As far as everich of ’em other knew. 
There nas no good day, ne no saluting;
But strait, withouten word or rehearsing,
Everich of ’em help for to armen other,
As friendly as he were his own brother;
And after that, with sharp spears strong
They foinen each at other wonder long. 
Thou mightest ween that this Palamon
In his fighting were a wood lion, 
And as a cruel tiger was Arcite:
As wild boars gon they to smite,
That frothen white as foam for ire wood.
Up to the ankle fought they in their blood.
And in this wise I let ’em fighting dwell;
And forth I will of Theseus you tell.
  The destiny, minister general,
That executeth in the world over all
The purveyance that God hath sayn beforn,
So strong it is, that, though the world had sworn
The contrary of a thing, by yea or nay,
Yet sometime it shall fallen on a day
That falleth not eft within a thousand year. 
For certainly, our appetites here,
Be it of war, or peace, or hate, or love,
All is this ruled by the sight above.
This mean I now by mighty Theseus,
That for to hunten is so desirous,
And namely at the great hart in May,
That in his bed there dawneth him no day
That he nis clad, and ready for to ride
With hunt and horn, and hounds him beside.
For in his hunting hath he such delight,
That it is all his joy and appetite
To be himself the great hart’s bane;
For after Mars he serveth now Diane.
  Clear was the day, as I have told ere this,
And Theseus, with all joy and bliss,
With his Hippolyta, the fair queen,
And Emily, clothed all in green,
On hunting be they riden royally.
And to the grove, that stood full fast by,
In which there was an hart, as men him told,
Duke Theseus the straight way hath hold.
And to the land he rideth him full right,
And thither was the hart wont have his flight,
And over a brook, and so forth on his way.
This duke will have a course of him, or tway,
With hounds, such as that him list command.
  And when this duke was come unto the land,
Under the sun he looketh, and anon
He was ’ware of Arcite and Palamon,
That foughten breme, as it were boars two; 
The bright swords wenten to and fro
So hideously, that with the least stroke
It seemed as it would fell an oak;
But what they were, no thing he ne wot.
This duke his courser with his spurs smote,
And at a start he was betwixt ’em two,
And pulled out a sword and cried, “ho!
No more, on pain of losing of your head.
By mighty Mars, he shall anon be dead
That smiteth any stroke, that I may see.
But telleth me what master men ye be,
That be so hardy for to fighten here
Withouten judge or other officer,
As it were in a lists royally?”
  This Palamon answered hastily,
And said, “Sire, what needeth words mo’?
We have the death deserved both two.
Two woeful wretches be we, two caitiffs,
That be encumbered of our own lives;
And as thou art a rightful lord and judge,
Ne give us neither mercy ne refuge,
But slay me first, for saint charity;
But slay my fellow eke as well as me.
Or slay him first; for though thou knowest it lite,
This is thy mortal foe, this is Arcite,
That from thy land is banished on his head,
For which he hath deserved to be dead.
For this is he that came unto thy gate,
And said, that he hight Philostrate.
Thus hath he japed thee full many a year,
And thou has maked him thy chief squire;
And this is he that loveth Emily.
For sith the day is come that I shall die,
I make plainly my confession,
That I am thilk woeful Palamon,
That hath thy prison broken wickedly.
I am thy mortal foe, and it am I
That loveth so hot Emily the bright,
That I will die present in her sight.
Wherefore I ask death and my justice;
But slay my fellow in the same wise,
For both have we deserved to be slain.”
  This worthy duke answered anon again,
And said, “This is a short conclusion:
Your own mouth, by your confession,
Hath damned you, and I will it record;
It needeth not to pine you with the cord. 
Ye shall be dead, by mighty Mars the red!”
The queen anon, for very womanhood, 
’Gan for to weep, and so did Emily,
And all the ladies in the company.
Great pity was it, as it thought ’em all,
That ever such a chance should fall;
For gentil men they were, of great estate
And nothing but for love was this debate;
And saw their bloody wounds wide and sore;
And all crieden, both less and more,
“Have mercy, lord, upon us women all!”
And on their bare knees a-down they fall,
And would have kissed his feet there as he stood,
Till at the last a-slaked was his mood;
For pity runneth soon in gentil heart.
And though he first for ire quook and start,
He hath considered shortly, in a clause,
The trespass of ’em both, and eke the cause:
And although that his ire their guilt accused,
Yet in his reason he ’em both excused;
As thus: he thought well, that every man
Will help himself in love, if that he can,
And eke deliver himself out of prison;
And eke his heart had compassion
Of women, for they weepen ever in one;
And in his gentil heart he thought anon
And soft unto himself he said: “fie
Upon a lord that will have no mercy,
But be a lion, both in word and deed,
To ’em that be in repentance and dread,
As well as to a proud despitous man 
That will maintain that he first began!
That lord hath little of discretion,
That in such case can no division,
But weigheth pride and humbleness after one.”
And shortly, when his ire is thus a-gone,
He ’gan to looken up with eyen light,
And spake these same words all on height:—
“The god of love, a! benedicite,
How mighty and how great a lord is he!
Against his might there gaineth no obstacles,
He may be cleped a god for his miracles;
For he can maken at his own guise
Of everich heart, as that him list devise.
Lo here, this Arcite and this Palamon,
That quitly weren out of my prison,
And might have lived in Thebes royally,
And witten I am their mortal enemy,
And that their death lieth in my might also,
And yet hath love, maugre her eyen two,  
Y-brought ’em hither both for to die!
Now looketh, is not that an high folly?
Who may be a fool, but if he love?
Behold, for God’s sake that sit above,
See how they bleed! be they not well arrayed?
Thus hath their lord, the god of love, y-paid
Their wages and their fees for their service!
And yet they weenen for to be full wise 
That serven love, for aught that may befall!
But this is yet the best game of all,
That she, for whom they have this jollity,
Can ’em therefore as much thank as me;
She wot no more of all this hot fare,
By God, than wot a cuckoo or an hare!
But all mote be assayed, hot and cold;
A man mote be a fool, or young or old;
wot it by myself full yore a-gon:
For in my time a servant was I one.
And therefore, since I know of love’s pain,
And wot how sore it can a man distrain,
As he that hath been caught oft in his lace,
I you forgive all wholly this trespass,
At request of the queen, that kneeleth here,
And eke of Emily, my sister dear.
And ye shall both anon unto me swear,
That never more ye shall my country dare,
Ne make war upon me night ne day,
But be my friends in all that ye may;
I you forgive this trespass every deal.”
And they him swore his asking fair and well,
And him of lordship and of mercy prayed,
And he ’em granteth grace, and thus he said:
  “To speak of royal lineage and richesse,
Though that she were a queen or a princess,
Each of you both is worthy, doubtless,
To wedden when time is; but natheless
I speak as for my sister Emily,
For whom ye have this strife and jealousy;
Ye wot yourself she may not wedden two
At once, though ye fighten evermo’:
That one of you, all be him loath or lief,
He mote go pipen in an ivy leaf;
This is to sayn, she may not now have both,
All be ye never so jealous, ne so wroth.
And forthy I you put in this degree, 
That each of you shall have his destiny
As him is shape; and harkneth in what wise;
Lo, here your end of that I shall devise.
My will is this, for flat conclusion,
Withouten any replication,
If that you liketh, take it for the best,
That everich of you shall go where him lest
Freely, withouten ransom or danger;
And this day fifty weeks, far ne near,
Everich of you shall bring an hundred knights, 
Armed for lists up at all rights,
All ready to darrein her by battle. 
And this behote I you, withouten fail, 
Upon my truth, and as I am a knight,
That whether of you both that hath might,
This is to sayn, that whether he or thou
May with his hundred, as I spake of now,
Slayen his contrary, or out of lists drive,
Then shall I give Emily to wive,
To whom that fortune giveth so fair a grace.
The lists shall I maken in this place,
And God so wisely on my soul rue,
As I shall even judge be and true.
Ye shall none other end with me maken,
That one of you ne shall be dead or taken.
And if you thinketh this is well y-said,
Saith your advise, and holdeth you apaid
This is your end and your conclusion.”
  Who looketh lightly now but Palamon?
Who springeth up for joy but Arcite?
Who couth tell, or who couth it indite
The joy that is maked in the place
When Theseus hath done so fair a grace?
But down on knees went every manner wight,
And thanked him with all their heart and might,
And namely the Thebans oft sithe.  
And thus with good hope and with heart blithe
They take their leave, and homeward gon they ride
To Thebes, with his old walls wide.

Explicit secunda pars.
Sequitur pars tercia.

  I trow men would deem it negligence,
If I forget to tellen the dispense
Of Theseus, that goeth so busily
To maken up the lists royally;
That such a noble theatre as it was,
I dare well sayn that in this world there nas.
The circuit a mile was about,
Walled of stone, and ditched all without.
Round was the shape, in manner of compass,
Full of degrees, the height of sixty pace,
That, when a man was set on one degree,
He letted not his fellow for to see.
  Eastward there stood a gate of marble white,
Westward, right such another in the opposite.
And shortly to concluden, such a place
Was none in earth, as in so little space;
For in the land there nas no crafty man,
That geometry or arithmetic can,
Ne portrayer, ne carver of images,
That Theseus ne gave him meat and wages
The theatre for to maken and devise.
And for to do his rite and sacrifice,
He eastward hath, upon the gate above,
In worship of Venus, goddess of love,
Done make an altar and an oratory;
And westward, in the mind and in memory
Of Mars, he maked hath right such another,
That cost largely of gold a fother
And northward, in a turret on the wall,
Of alabaster white and red coral
An oratory rich for to see,
In worship of Diane of chastity,
Hath Theseus done wrought in noble wise.
  But yet had I forgotten to devise
The noble carving, and the portraitures,
The shape, the countenance, and the figures,
That weren in these oratories three.
  First in the temple of Venus mayest thou see
Wrought on the wall, full piteous to behold,
The broken sleeps, and the sighs cold;
The sacred tears, and the waymenting,
The fiery strokes of the desiring,
That love’s servants in this life enduren;
The oaths that their covenants assuren;
Pleasance and hope, desire, foolhardiness,
Beauty and youth, bawdry, richesse,
Charms and force, leasings, flattery,
Dispense, busyness, and jealousy,
That weared of yellow ’golds a garland,
And a cuckoo sitting on her hand;
Feasts, instruments, carols, dances,
Lust and array, and all the circumstances
Of love, which that I reckon and reckon shall,
By order weren painted on the wall,
And more than I can make of mention,
For soothly, all the mount of Cithaeron,
There Venus hath her principle dwelling,
Was showed on the wall in portraying,
With all the garden, and the lustiness.
Not was forgotten the porter, Idleness,
Ne Narcissus the fair of yore a-gon,
Ne yet the folly of king Solomon,
Ne yet the great strength of Hercules –
The enchantments of Medea and Circes –
Ne of Turnus, with the hardy fierce courage,
The rich Croesus, caitiff in servage.
Thus may ye see that wisdom ne richesse,
Beauty ne sleight, strength, ne hardiness,
Ne may with Venus hold champarty;  
For as her list the world then may she guy
Lo, all these folk so caught were in her lace,
Till they for woe full oft said “alas!”
Sufficeth here examples one or two,
And though I could reckon a thousand mo’.
  The statue of Venus, glorious for to see,
Was naked floating in the large sea,
And from the navel down all covered was
With waves green, and bright as any glass.
A citole in her right hand had she,
And on her head, full seemly for to see,
A rose garland, fresh and well smelling;
Above her head her doves flickering.
Beforn her stood her son Cupido,
Upon his shoulders wings had he two;
And blind he was, as it is often seen;
A bow he bear and arrows bright and keen.
  Why should I not as well eke tell you all
The portraiture, that was upon the wall
Within the temple of mighty Mars the red?
All painted was the wall, in length and breadth,
Like to the estres of the grisly place, 
That hight the great temple of Mars in Thrace,
In thilk cold frosty region,
There as Mars hath his sovereign mansion.
  First on the wall was painted a forest,
In which there dwelleth neither man ne beast,
With knotty gnarly barren trees old,
Of stubs sharp and hideous to behold;
In which there ran a rumble and a sough,
As though a storm should busten every bough.
And downward from a hill, under a bent,
There stood the temple of Mars armipotent,
Wrought all of burned steel, of which th’entry
Was long and strait, and ghastly for to see.
And thereout came a rage and such a veze,
That it made all the gates for to raise.
The northern light in at the doors shone,
For window on the wall ne was there none,
Through which men mighten any light discern.
The doors were all of adamant eterne,
Y-clenched overthwart and endlong  
With iron tough; and, for to make it strong,
Every pillar, the temple to sustain,
Was tun-great, of iron bright and sheen. 
  There saw I first the dark imagining
Of felony, and all the compassing;
The cruel ire, red as any gleed
The pick-purse, and eke the pale dread;
The smiler with the knife under the cloak;
The stable burning with the black smoke,
The treason of the murdering in the bed;
The open war, with wounds all be-bled;
Contek, with bloody knife and sharp menace;  
All full of chirking was that sorry place.
The slayer of himself yet saw I there,
His heart-blood hath bathed all his hair;
The nail y-driven in the shode a-night; 
The cold death, with mouth gaping upright.
Amidst of the temple sat mischance,
With discomfort and sorry countenance.
Yet saw I woodness laughing in his rage;  
Armed complaint, outcry, and fierce outrage.
The carrion in the bush, with throat y-carve:
A thousand slain, and not of qualm y-starve
The tyrant, with the prey by force y-reft;
The town destroyed, there was nothing left.
Yet saw I burnt the ships hopsters;
The hunt strangled with the wild bears:
The sow freten the child right in the cradle;  
The cook y-scalded, for all his long ladle.
Naught was forgotten by the infortune of Mart
The carter overridden with his cart,
Under the wheel full low he lay a-down.
There were also, of Mart’s division,
The barber, and the butcher, and the smith
That forgeth sharp swords on his stith
And all above, depicted in a tower,
Saw I conquest sitting in great honour,
With the sharp sword over his head
Hanging by a subtle twine’s thread.
Depicted was the slaughter of Julius,
Of great Nero, and of Antonius;
All be that thilk time they were unborn,
Yet was their death depicted there beforn,
By menacing of Mars, right by figure;
So was it showed in that portraiture
As is depicted in the stars above,
Who shall be slain or else dead for love.
Sufficeth one example in stories old,
I may not reckon ’em all, though I would.
  The statue of Mars upon a cart stood,
Armed, and looked grim as he were wood
And over his head there shinen two figures
Of stars, that been cleped in scriptures,
That one Puella, that other Rubeus
This god of arms was arrayed thus:—
A wolf there stood beforn him at his feet
With eyen red, and of a man he eat;
With subtle pencil was depict this story,
In recounting of Mars and of his glory.
  Now to the temple of Diane the chaste
As shortly as I can I will me haste,
To tell you all the description.
Depicted be the walls up and down
Of hunting and of shamefast chastity. 
There saw I how woeful Callistopee,
When that Diane aggrieved was with her,
Was turned from a woman to a bear,
And after was she made the North-star;
Thus was it paint, I can say you no far.
Her son is eke a star, as men may see.
There saw I Daphne, y-turned to a tree,
I mean not the goddess Diane,
But Peneus’ daughter, which that hight Daphne.
There saw I Actaeon an hart y-maked,
For vengeance that he saw Diane all naked;
saw how that his hounds have him caught,
And freten him, for that they knew him naught. 
Yet painted was a little further more,
How Atalanta hunted the wild boar,
And Meleager, and many another mo’,
For which Diane wrought him care and woe.
There saw I many another wonder story,
The which me list not drawen to memory.
This goddess on an hart full high sat,
With small hounds all about her feet;
And underneath her feet she had a moon,
Waxing it was and should wane soon.
In gaud green her statue clothed was,
With bow in hand, and arrows in a case.
Her eyen cast she full low a-down,
There Pluto hath his dark region.
A woman travailing was there beforn;
But, for her child so long was unborn,
Full piteously Lucina ’gan she call,
And said, “help, for thou mayest best of all.”
Well couth he painten lifely that it wrought, 
With many a florin he the hues brought.
  Now been these lists made, and Theseus,
That at his great cost arrayed thus
The temples and the theatre every deal,
When it was done, him liked wonder well.
But stint I will of Theseus a lite,
And speak of Palamon and of Arcite.
  The day approacheth of their returning,
That everich should an hundred knights bring, 
The battle to darrein, as I you told; 
And to Athens, their covenant for to hold,
Hath everich of ’em brought an hundred knights
Well armed for the war at all rights.
And sickerly, there trowed many a man 
That never, sithen that the world began, 
As for to speak of knighthood of their hand,
As far as God has maked sea or land,
Nas, of so few, so noble a company.
For every wight that loved chivalry,
And would, his thanks, have a passant name,
Hath prayed that he might be of that game;
And well was him, that thereto chosen was.
For if there fell tomorrow such a case,
Ye knowen well, that every lusty knight,
That loveth paramours, and hath his might,
Were it in England, or elsewhere,
They would, their thanks, wilnen to be there.
To fight for a lady, benedicite!
It were a lusty sight for to see.
  And right so faireden they with Palamon.
With him there wenten knights many one;
Some will been armed in an habergeon,
In a breastplate and a light gipon
And some wiln have a pair plates large;
And some wiln have a Prussian shield, or a targe;
Some wiln been armed on his legs well,
And have an axe, and some a mace of steel.
There is no new guise, that it nas old. 
Armed were they, as I have you told,
Everich after his opinion. 
  There mayest thou see coming with Palamon
Lygurge himself, the great king of Thrace,
Black was his beard, and manly was his face.
The circles of his eyen in his head,
They gloweden betwixt yellow and red;
And like a griffin looked he about,
With kemp hairs on his brows stout;
His limbs great, his brawns hard and strong,
His shoulders broad, his arms round and long;
And as the guise was in his country, 
Full high upon a chair of gold stood he,
With four white bulls in the trace.
Instead of coat armour over his harness,
With nails yellow and bright as any gold,
He had a bear’s skin, coal black, for old.
His long hair was combed behind his back,
As any raven’s feather it shone for black:
A wreath of gold arm-great, of huge weight,  
Upon his head, set full of stones bright,
Of fine rubies and of diamonds.
About his chair there wenten white alaunts,
Twenty and mo’, as great as any steer,
To hunten at the lion or the deer,
And followed him, with muzzle fast y-bound,
Collars of gold, and torets filed round.
An hundred lords had he in his rout,
Armed full well, with hearts stern and stout.
  With Arcita, in stories as men find,
The great Emetreus, the king of Inde,
Upon a steed bay, trapped in steel,
Covered in cloth of gold diapered well, 
Came riding like the god of arms, Mars.
His coat armour was of cloth of Tars,
Couched with pearls white and round and great.
His saddle was of burned gold new y-beat;
A mantlet upon his shoulder hanging
Brimful of rubies red, as fire sparkling.
His crisp hair like rings was y-run,
And that was yellow, and glittered as the sun.
His nose was high, his eyen bright citron,
His lips round, his colour was sanguine;
A few freckles in his face y-spreined,
Betwixten yellow and somedeal black y-meined,
And as a lion he his looking cast.
Of five and twenty year his age I cast.
His beard was well begun for to spring;
His voice was as a trump thundering.
Upon his head he weared of laurel green,
A garland fresh and lusty for to seen.
Upon his hand, he bear for his delight,
An eagle tame, as any lily white.
An hundred lords had he with him there,
All armed, save their heads, in all their gear,
Full richly in all manner things.
For trusteth well that dukes, earls, kings
Were gathered in this noble company,
For love and for increase of chivalry.
About this king there ran on every part
Full many a tame lion and leopard.
And in this wise these lords, all and some,
Be on the Sunday to the city come
About prime, and in the town alight.
  This Theseus, this duke, this worthy knight,
When he had brought ’em into his city,
And inned ’em, everich in his degree, 
He feasteth ’em, and doth so great labour
To easen ’em, and do ’em all honour,
That yet men weeneth that no man’s wit 
Of no state ne could amenden it.
The minstrelsy, the service at the feast,
The great gifts to the most and least,
The rich array of Theseus’ palace,
Ne who sat first ne last upon the dais,
What ladies fairest be or best dancing,
Or which of ’em can dancen best and sing,
Ne who most feelingly speaketh of love:
What hawks sitten on the perch above,
What hounds lien on the floor a-down:
Of all this make I now no mention;
But all th’effect; that thinketh me the best;
Now cometh the point, and harkneth if you lest.
  The Sunday night, ere day began to spring,
When Palamon the lark heard sing,
Although it nere not day by hours two,
Yet sung the lark and Palamon also.
With holy heart, and with an high courage
He rose, to wenden on his pilgrimage
Unto the blissful Cytherea benign,
I mean Venus, honourable and digne.  
And in her hour he walketh forth a pace
Unto the lists, there her temple was,
And down he kneeleth, and with humble cheer
And heart sore, he said as ye shall hear.
  “Fairest of fair, o lady mine, Venus,
Daughter to Jove and spouse of Vulcanus,
Thou gladder of the mount of Cithaeron,
For thilk love thou haddest to Adon,
Have pity of my bitter tears smart,
And take mine humble prayer at thine heart.
Alas! I ne have no language to tell
Th’effects ne the torments of mine hell;
Mine heart may mine harms not betray;
I am so confused, that I can not say.
But mercy, lady bright, that knowest well
My thought, and seest what harms that I feel
Consider all this, and rue upon my sore,
As wisely as I shall for evermore,
Emforth my might, thy true servant be, 
And holden war alway with chastity;
That make I mine avow, so ye me help.
I keep not of arms for to yelp,
Ne I ne ask not tomorrow to have victory,
Ne renown in this case, ne vainglory
Of prize of arms blowen up and down,
But I would have fully possession
Of Emily, and die in thy service;
Find thou the manner how, and in what wise.
I reach not, but it may better be,
To have victory of ’em, or they of me,
So that I have my lady in mine arms.
For though so be that Mars is god of arms,
Your virtue is so great in heaven above,
That if you list, I shall well have my love,
Thy temple will I worship ever mo’,
And on thine altar, where I ride or go,
I will do sacrifice and fires beat.
And if ye will not so, my lady sweet,
Then pray I thee, tomorrow with a spear
That Arcita me through the heart bear.
Then reck’ I nought, when I have lost my life,
Though that Arcita win her to his wife.
This is th’effect and end of my prayer,
Give me my love, thou blissful lady dear.”
  When th’orison was done of Palamon,
His sacrifice he did, and that anon
Full piteously, with all circumstances,
All tell I not as now his observances.
But at last the statue of Venus shook,
And made a sign, whereby that he took
That his prayer accepted was that day,
For though the sign showed a delay,
Yet wist he well that granted was his boon;
And with glad heart he went him home full soon.
  The third hour inequal that Palamon
Began to Venus temple for to gon,
Up rose the sun, and up rose Emily,
And to the temple of Diane ’gan hie.
Her maidens, that she thither with her led,
Full readily with ’em the fire they had,
Th’incense, the clothes, and the remnant all
That to the sacrifice longen shall;
The horns full of mead, as was the guise
There lacked naught to do her sacrifice.
Smoking the temple, full of cloths fair,
This Emily, with heart debonair,
Her body washed with water of a well;
But how she did her rite I dare not tell,
But it be anything in general;
And yet it were a game to hearen all;
To him that meaneth well, it were no charge:
But it is good a man be at his large.
Her bright hair was kempt, untressed all;
A crown of a green oak cerial
Upon her head was set full fair and meet.
Two fires on the altar ’gan she beat,
And did her things, as men may behold
In Stace of Thebes, and these books old. 
When kindled was the fire, with piteous cheer
Unto Diane she spake, as ye may hear.
  “O chaste goddess of the woods green,
To whom both heaven and earth and sea is seen,
Queen of the reign of Pluto dark and low,
Goddess of maidens, that mine heart hast known
Full many a year, and wist what I desire,
As keep me from thy vengeance and thine ire,
That Actaeon a-bought cruelly.
Chaste goddess, well wist thou that I
Desire to be a maiden all my life,
Ne never will I be no love ne wife.
I am, thou wist, yet of thy company,
A maid, and love hunting and venery,
And for to walken in the woods wild,
And not to be a wife, and be with child.
Naught will I know company of man.
Now help me, lady, sith ye may and can, 
For those three forms that thou hast in thee.
And Palamon, that hath such love to me,
And eke Arcite, that loveth me so sore,
This grace I pray thee without more,
As send love and peace betwixt ’em two;
And from me turn away their hearts so,
That all their hot love, and their desire,
And all their busy torment, and their fire
Be quaint, or turned in another place; 
And if so be thou wilt not do me grace,
Or if my destiny be shapen so,
That I shall needs have one of ’em two,
As send him that most desireth me.
Behold, goddess of clean chastity,
The bitter tears that on my cheeks fall.
Since thou art maid, and keeper of us all,
My maidenhead thou keep and well conserve.
And while I live a maid, I will thee serve.”
  The fires burn upon the altar clear,
While Emily was thus in prayer;
But suddenly she saw a sight quaint,
For right anon one of the fires quaint,
And quicked again, and after that anon
The other fire was quaint and all a-gone;
And as it quaint, it made a whistling,
As do these wet brands in their burning,
And at the brands end out ran anon
As it were bloody drops many one;
For which so sore aghast was Emily,
That she was well nigh mad, and ’gan to cry,
For she ne wist what it signified;
But only for the fear thus hath she cried,
And weep, that it was pity for to hear.
And therewithal Diane ’gan appear,
With bow in hand, right as an huntress,
And said, “Daughter, stint thine heaviness.
Among the gods high it is affirmed,
And by eterne word writ and confirmed,
Thou shalt been wedded unto one of tho
That have for thee so much care and woe;
But unto which of ’em I may not tell.
Farewell, for I ne may no longer dwell.
The fires which that on mine altar burn
Shall thee declaren, ere that thou go hen’,
Thine adventure of love, as in this case.”
And with that word, the arrows in the case
Of the goddess clatteren fast and ring,
And forth she went, and made a vanishing;
For which this Emily astonished was,
And said, “What amounteth this, alas!
I put me in thy protection,
Diane, and in thy disposition.”
And home she goeth anon the next way.
This is th’effect, there is no more to say.
  The next hour of Mars following this,
Arcite unto the temple walked is
Of fierce Mars, to do his sacrifice,
With all the rites of his pagan wise.
With piteous heart and high devotion,
Right thus to Mars he said his orison:
  “O strong god, that in the reigns cold
Of Thrace honoured art, and lord y-hold,
And hast in every reign and every land
Of arms all the bridle in thine hand,
And ’em fortunest as thee list devise,
Accept of me my piteous sacrifice.
If so be that my youth may deserve,
And that my might be worthy for to serve
Thy godhead, that I may be one of thine,
Then pray I thee to rue upon my pine.
For thilk pain, and thilk hot fire,
In which thou whilom burnedest for desire,
When that thou usedest the great beauty
Of fair young fresh Venus free,
And haddest her in arms at thy will,
Although thee once on a time misfell
When Vulcanus had caught thee in his lace,
And found thee lying by his wife, alas!
For thilk sorrow that was in thine heart,
Have ruth as well upon my pain’s smart.
I am young and uncunning, as thou wist,
And, as I trow, with love offended most,
That ever was any lives creature;
For she that doth me all this woe endure,
Ne reck’eth never whe’er I sink or float.
And well I wotere she me mercy heete,
mote with strength win her in the place;
And well I wot, withouten help or grace
Of thee, ne may my strength not avail.
Then help me, lord, tomorrow in my battle,
For thilk fire that whilom burnt thee,
As well as thilk fire now burneth me;
And do that I tomorrow have victory.
Mine be the travail, and thine be the glory!
Thy sovereign temple will I most honouren
Of any place, and alway most labouren
In thy pleasance and in thy crafts strong,
And in thy temple will I my banner hang,
And all the arms of my company;
And evermore, unto that day I die,
Eterne fire I will beforn thee find.
And eke to this avow I will me bind:
My beard, mine hair, that hangeth long a-down,
That never yet ne felt offension
Of razor nor of shear, I will thee give,
And be thy true servant while I live.
Now, lord, have ruth upon my sorrows sore,
Give me victory; I ask thee no more.”
  The prayer stint of Arcita the strong,
The rings on the temple door that hung,
And eke the doors, clattereden full fast,
Of which Arcita somewhat him aghast.
The fires burned upon the altar bright
That it ’gan all the temple for to light;
And sweet smell the ground anon up gave,
And Arcita anon his hand up have,
And more incense into the fire he cast,
With other rites mo’; and at last
The statue of Mars began his hauberk ring.
And with that sound he heard a murmuring
Full low and dim, and said thus, “Victory:”
For which he gave to Mars honour and glory.
And thus with joy and hope well to fare,
Arcite anon unto his inn is fare,
As fain as fowl is of the bright sun.
  And right anon such strife there is begun
For thilk granting, in the heaven above,
Betwixt Venus, the goddess of love,
And Mars, the stern god armipotent,
That Jupiter was busy it to stint:
Till that the pale Saturnus the cold,
That knew so many of adventures old,
Found in his old experience an art,
That he full soon hath pleased every part.
As sooth is said, eld hath great advantage;
In eld is both wisdom and usage;
Men may the old out-run, and not out-read.
Saturn anon, to stinten strife and dread,
All be it that it is against his kind,
Of all this strife he ’gan remedy find.
  “My dear daughter Venus,” quoth Saturn,
“My course, that hath so wide for to turn,
Hath more power than wot any man.
Mine is the drowning in the sea so won;
Mine is the prison in the dark coat;
Mine is the strangling and hanging by the throat,
The murmur, and the churls’ rebelling,
The groaning, and the privy empoisoning:
I do vengeance and plain correction
While I dwell in the sign of the lion.  
Mine is the ruin of the high halls,
The falling of the towers and of the walls
Upon the miner or the carpenter.
I slew Samson in shaking the pillar;
And mine be the maladies cold,
The dark treasons, and the casts old;
My looking is the father of pestilence.
Now weep no more, I shall do diligence
That Palamon, that is thine own knight,
Shall have his lady, as thou hast him hight.
Though Mars shall help his knight, yet natheless,
Betwixt you there mote be some time peace,
All be ye not of one complexion,
That causeth all day such division.
I am thine aiel, ready at thy will; 
Weep now no more; I will thy lust fulfil.”
  Now will I stinten of the gods above,
Of Mars, and of Venus, goddess of love,
And tell you, as plainly as I can
The great effect, for which that I began.

Explicit tercia pars.
Sequitur pars quarta.

  Great was the feast in Athens that day,
And eke the lusty season of that May
Made every wight to be in such pleasance,
That all that Monday jousten they and dance,
And spenden it in Venus’ high service.
But by the cause that they should rise
Early, for to see the great fight,
Unto their rest wenten they at night.
And on the morrow, when that day ’gan spring,
Of horse and harness, noise and clattering 
There was in hostelries all about;
And to the palace rode there many a rout
Of lords, upon steeds and palfreys.
There mayest thou see devising of harness
So uncouth and so rich, and wrought so well
Of goldsmithry, of ‘broidering, and of steel; 
The shields bright, testers, and trappures,
Gold-hewn helms, hauberks, coat-armours;
Lords in paraments on their coursers,
Knights of retinue, and eke squires
Nailing the spears, and helms buckling;
Gigging of shields, with liners lacing; 
There as need is, they weren nothing idle;
The foamy steeds on the golden bridle
Gnawing, and fast the armourers also
With file and hammer pricking to and fro;
Yeomen on foot, and commons many one
With short staves, thick as they may gon;
Pipes, trumps, nakers, clarions,
That in the battle blowen bloody sounds;
The palace full of people up and down,
Here three, there ten, holding their question,
Divining of these Theban knights two.
Some saiden thus, some said it shall be so;
Some helden with him with the black beard,
Some with the bald, some with the thick haired,
Some said, he looked grim and he would fight:
He hath a sparth of twenty pound of weight. 
Thus was the hall full of divining,
Long after that the sun ’gan to spring.
  The great Theseus, that of his sleep awaked,
With minstrelsy and noise that was maked,
Held yet the chamber of his palace rich,
Till that the Theban knights, both alike
Honoured, were into the palace fet’.
Duke Theseus was at a window set,
Arrayed right as he were a god in throne.
The people presseth thitherward full soon
Him for to see, and do high reverence,
And eke to harken his hest and his sentence.
  An herald on a scaffold made an ho,
Till all the noise of the people was y-do;
And when he saw the people of noise all still,
Tho showed he the mighty duke’s will.
  “The lord hath of his high discretion
Considered, that it were destruction
To gentil blood, to fighten in the guise
Of mortal battle now in this enterprise;
Wherefore, to shapen that they shall not die,
He will his first purpose modify.
No man therefore, on pain of loss of life,
No manner shot, ne pole-axe, ne short knife
Into the lists send, or thither bring;
Ne short sword for to stoke, with point biting,
No man ne draw, ne bear it by his side.
Ne no man shall unto his fellow ride
But one course, with a sharp y-ground spear;
Foin, if him list, on foot, himself to were. 
And he that is at mischief, shall be take,
And not slain, but be brought unto the stake
That shall be ordained on either side;
But thither he shall by force, and there abide.
And if so fall, the chieftain be take
On either side, or else slay his make,
No longer shall the tournament last.
God speed you; goeth forth, and lay on fast.
With long sword and with maces fight your fill.
Goeth now your way; this is the lord’s will.”
  The voice of people touched the heaven,
So loud cried they with merry steven:
“God save such a lord, that is so good,
He wilneth no destruction of blood!”
Up gon the trumpets and the melody.
And to the lists rid the company 
By ordinance, throughout the city large,
Hanged with cloth of gold, and not with serge.
Full like a lord this noble duke ’gan ride,
These two Thebans upon either side,
And after rode the queen, and Emily,
And after that another company
Of one and other, after their degree.
And thus they passen throughout the city,
And to the lists come they by time.
It nas not of the day yet fully prime,
When set was Theseus full rich and high,
Hippolyta the queen and Emily,
And other ladies in degrees about.
Unto the seats presseth all the rout.
And westward, through the gates under Mart,
Arcite, and eke the hundred of his part,
With banner red is entered right anon;
And in that self moment Palamon
Is under Venus, eastward in the place,
With banner white, and hardy cheer and face.
In all the world, to seeken up and down,
So even withouten variation,
There nere such companies tway.
For there was none so wise that could say
That any had of other the advantage
Of worthiness, ne of estate, ne age,
So even were they chosen, for to guess.
And in two ranges fair they ’em ‘dress. 
When that their names read were everich one,
That in their number guile were there none,
Tho were the gates shut, and cried was loud: 
“Do now your devoir, young knights proud!”
  The heralds left their pricking up and down;
Now ringen trumps loud and clarion;
There is no more to sayn, but west and east,
In gon the spears full staidly in arrest;
In goeth the sharp spur into the side.
There see men who can joust, and who can ride;
There shiveren shafts upon shields thick;
He feeleth through the heart-spoon the prick.
Up springen spears twenty foot on height;
Out go the swords as the silver bright.
The helms they to-hewen and to-shred;
Out burst the blood, with stern streams red.
With mighty maces the bones they to-bust.
He through the thickest of the throng ’gan thrust.
There stumblen steeds strong, and down goeth all.
He rolleth under foot as doth a ball.
He foineth on his feet with his truncheon, 
And he him hurtleth with his horse a-down.
He through the body is hurt, and sithen y-take,  
Maugre his head, and brought unto the stake, 
As foreward was, right there he must abide; 
Another led is on that other side.
And some time doeth ’em Theseus to rest,
’Em to refresh, and drinken if ’em lest.
Full oft a day have these Thebans two
Together y-met, and wrought his fellow woe;
Unhorsed hath each other of ’em tway
There nas no tiger in the vale of Galgophey,
When that her whelp is stole, when it is lite
So cruel on the hunt, as is Arcite
For jealous heart upon this Palamon:
Ne in Belmarie there nis so fell lion,
That hunted is, or for his hunger wood,
Ne of his pray desireth so the blood,
As Palamon to slayen his foe Arcite.
The jealous strokes on their helms bite;
Out runneth blood on both their sides red.
  Some time an end there is of every deed;
For ere the sun unto the rest went,
The strong king Emetrius ’gan hent
This Palamon, as he fought with Arcite,
And made his sword deep in his flesh to bite;
And by the force of twenty is he take
Unyielden, and y-draw unto the stake.
And in the rescue of this Palamon
The strong king Lygurge is born a-down;
And king Emetrius, for all his strength,
Is born out of his saddle a sword’s length,
So hit him Palamon ere he were take;
But all for naught; he was brought to the stake.
His hardy heart might him help naught;
He must abide, when that he was caught,
By force, and eke by composition.
  Who sorroweth now but woeful Palamon,
That mote no more go again to fight?
And when that Theseus had seen this sight,
Unto the folk that foughten thus each one
He cried, “Ho! no more, for it is done!
I will be true judge, and no party.
Arcite of Thebes shall have Emily,
That by his fortune hath her fair y-won.”
Anon there is a noise of people begun
For joy of this, so loud and high withal,
It seemed that the lists should fall.
  What can now fair Venus do above?
What saith she now? What doth this queen of love?
But weepeth so, for wanting of her will,
Till that her tears in the lists fill;
She said, “I am ashamed, doubtless.”
Saturnus said, “Daughter, hold thy peace!
Mars hath his will, his knight hath all his boon,
And, by mine heed, thou shalt been eased soon.”
  The trumps, with the loud minstrelsy,
The heralds, that full loud yell and cry,
Been in their weal for joy of dan Arcite.
But harkneth me, and stinteth noise a lite,
Which a miracle there befell anon.
  This fierce Arcite hath of his helm y-done,
And on a courser, for to show his face,
He pricketh end-long the large place,
Looking upward upon this Emily;
And she against him cast a friendly eye,
(For women, as to speaken in common,
They followen all the favour of fortune)
And she was all his cheer, as in his heart.
  Out of the ground a fury infernal start,
From Pluto sent, at request of Saturn,
For which his horse for fear ’gan to turn,
And leap aside, and foundered as he leap;
And ere that Arcite may taken keep,
He pight him on the pomel of his head,
That in the place he lay as he were dead,
His breast to-busten with his saddle-bow.
As black he lay as any coal or crow,
So was the blood y-runnen in his face.
Anon he was y-born out of that place,
With heart sore, to Theseus’ palace.
Tho was he carven out of his harness,
And in a bed y-brought full fair and blive,
For he was yet in memory and alive,
And alway crying after Emily.
  Duke Theseus, with all his company,
Is comen home to Athens his city,
With all bliss and great solemnity.
All be it that this adventure was fall,
He nould not discomforten ’em all.
Men said eke, that Arcite shall not die;
He shall be healed of his malady.
And of another thing they weren as fain,
That of ’em all there was none y-slain,
All were they sore y-hurt, and namely one,
That with a spear was thirled his breast bone.
To other wounds, and to broken arms,
Some hadden salves, and some hadden charms;
Pharmacies of herbs, and eke save
They drunken, for they would their limbs have.
For which this noble duke, as he well can,
Comforteth and honoureth every man,
And made revel all the long night,
Unto the strange lords, as was right.
Ne there was holden no discomfiting,
But as a joust or a tournementing;
For soothly there was no discomfiture,
For falling nis not but an adventure;
Ne to be led by force unto the stake
Unyielden, and with twenty knights take,
One person alone, withouten mo’,
And harried forth by arm, foot, and toe, 
And eke his steed driven forth with staves,
With footmen, both yeomen and eke knaves,
It nas areted him no villainy,
There may no man clepen it cowardly.
  For which anon duke Theseus let cry,
To stinten all rancour and envy,
The ’gree as well of one side as of other, 
And either side alike, as other’s brother;
And gave ’em gifts after their degree,
And fully held a feast days three;
And conveyed the kings worthily
Out of his town a journey largely.
And home went every man the right way.
There was no more but “farewell, have good day!”
Of this battle I will no more indite,
But speak of Palamon and Arcite.
  Swelleth the breast of Arcite, and the sore
Increaseth at his heart more and more.
The clotted blood, for any leech-craft,
Corrupteth, and is in his bouk y-left,
That neither vein blood, ne ventusing,
Ne drink of herbs may be his helping.
The virtue expulsive, or animal,
From thilk virtue cleped natural
Ne may the venom voiden, ne expel.
The pipes of his lungs ’gan to swell,
And every lacerte in his breast a-down 
Is shent with venom and corruption.
Him gaineth neither, for to get his life,
Vomit upward, ne downward laxative.
All is to-busten thilk region,
Nature hath now no domination.
And certainly, there nature will not wirche,
Farewell, physic! go bear the man to church!
This all and some, that Arcita mote die,
For which he sendeth after Emily,
And Palamon, that was his cousin dear;
Then said he thus, as ye shall after hear.
  “Naught may the woeful spirit in mine heart
Declare one point of all my sorrows smart
To you, my lady, that I love most;
But I bequeath the service of my ghost
To you aboven every creature,
Since that my life may no longer dure.
Alas, the woe! alas, the pains strong,
That I for you have suffered, and so long!
Alas, the death! alas, mine Emily!
Alas, departing of our company!
Alas, mine heart’s queen! alas, my wife!
Mine heart’s lady, ender of my life!
What is this world? what asketh men to have?
Now with his love, now in his cold grave
Alone, withouten any company.
Farewell, my sweet foe! mine Emily!
And soft take me in your arms tway,
For love of God and harkneth what I say.
  I have here with my cousin Palamon
Had strife and rancour many a day a-gone
For love of you, and for my jealousy.
And Jupiter so wise my soul guy,
To speaken of a servant properly,
With all circumstances truly,
That is to sayn, truth, honour, and knighthood,
Wisdom, humbleness, state, and high kindred,
Freedom, and all that longeth to that art,
So Jupiter have of my soul part,
As in this world right now know I none
So worthy to be loved as Palamon,
That serveth you, and will do all his life.
And if that ever you shall be a wife,
Forget not Palamon, the gentil man.”  
And with that word his speech fail ’gan,
For from his feet up to his breast was come
The cold of death, that had him overcome.
And yet moreover, in his arms two
The vital strength is lost, and all a-go.
Only the intellect, withouten more,
That dwelled in his heart sick and sore,
’Gan failen, when the heart felt death,
Dusked his eyen two, and failed breath.
But on his lady yet cast he his eye;
His last word was, “mercy, Emily!”
His spirit changed house, and went there,
As I came never, I can not tellen where.
Therefore I stint; I nam no divinister; 
Of souls find I not in this register,
Ne me ne list thilk opinions to tell
Of ’em, though that they writen where they dwell.
Arcite is cold, there Mars his soul guy
Now will I speaken forth of Emily.
  Shrieked Emily, and howleth Palamon,
And Theseus his sister took anon
Swooning, and bear her from the corpse away.
What helpeth it to tarryen forth the day,
To tellen how she weep, both eve and morrow?
For in such case women have such sorrow,
When that their husbands be from ’em a-go,
That for the more part they sorrowen so,
Or else fallen in such malady,
That at the last certainly they die.
  Infinite be the sorrows and the tears,
Of old folk, and folk of tender years,
In all the town, for death of this Theban;
For him there weepeth both child and man;
So great a weeping was there none, certain,
When Hector was y-brought, all fresh y-slain,
To Troy; alas! the pity that was there,
Scratching of cheeks, renting eke of hair.
“Why wouldst thou be dead,” these women cry,
“And hadst gold enough, and Emily?”
No man might gladden Theseus,
Saving his old father Aegeus,
That knew this world’s transmutation,
As he had seen it changen up and down,
Joy after woe, and woe after gladness:
And showed ’em examples and likeness.
  “Right as there died never man,” quoth he,
“That he ne lived in earth in some degree,
Right so there lived never man,” he said,
“In all this world, that some time he ne died.
This world nis but a thoroughfare full of woe,
And we be pilgrims, passing to and fro;
Death is an end of every worldly sore.”
And over all this yet said he much more
To this effect, full wisely to exhort
The people, that they should ’em recomfort
  Duke Theseus, with all his busy cure,
Cast now where that the sepulture
Of good Arcite may best y-maked be,
And eke most honourable in his degree.
And at the last he took conclusion,
That there as first Arcite and Palamon
Haden for love the battle ’em between,
That in that self grove, sweet and green,
There as he had his amorous desires,
His complaint, and for love his hot fires,
He would make a fire, in which th’office
Funeral he might all accomplish.
And let command to hack and hew
The oaks old, and lay ’em in a row
In culpons well arrayed for to burn;
His officers with swift feet they ran
And ride anon at his commandment.
And after this, Theseus hath y-sent
After a bier, and it all overspread
With cloth of gold, the richest that he had.
And of the same suit he clad Arcite;
Upon his hands had he gloves white;
Eke on his head a crown of laurel green,
And in his hand a sword full bright and keen.
He laid him bare the visage on the bier,
Therewith he weep that pity was to hear.
And for the people should see him all,
When it was day, he brought him to the hall,
That roareth of the crying and the sound.
  Tho came this woeful Theban Palamon,
With floatery beard, and rugged ashy hairs,
In clothes black, y-dropped all with tears;
And, ’passing other of weeping, Emily,
The ruefullest of all the company.
In as much as the service should be
The more noble and rich in his degree,
Duke Theseus let forth three steeds bring,
That trapped were in steel all glittering,
And covered with the arms of dan Arcite. 
Upon these steeds, that weren great and white,
There seten folk, of which one bear the shield,
Another his spear up on his hands held;
The third bear with him his bow Turkish,
Of burned gold was the case, and eke the harness
And riden forth a pace with sorrowful cheer
Toward the grove, as ye shall after hear.
The noblest of the Greeks that there were
Upon their shoulders carrieden the bier,
With slack pace, and eyen red and wet,
Throughout the city, by the master street,
That spread was all with black, and wonder high
Right of the same is the street y-wrye
Upon the right hand went old Aegeus,
And on that other side duke Theseus,
With vessels in their hand of gold full fine,
All full of honey, milk, and blood, and wine;
Eke Palamon, with full great company;
And after that came woeful Emily,
With fire in hand, as was that time the guise,
To do th’office of funeral service.
  High labour, and full great apparelling
Was at the service and the fire-making,
That with his green top the heaven raught,
And twenty fathom of broad the arms straught
This is to sayn, the boughs weren so broad.
Of stree first there was laid full many a load.
But how the fire was maked upon height,
Ne eke the names how the trees hight,
As oak, fir, birch, asp, alder, holm, poplar,
Willow, elm, plane, ash, box, chestnut, lynde, laurel,
Maple, thorn, beech, hazel, yew, wippeltree,
How they weren felled, shall not be told for me;
Ne how the gods runnen up and down,
Disinherited of their habitation,
In which they woneden in rest and peace, 
Nymphs, Fauns, and Hamadryads;
Ne how the beasts and the birds all
Fleden for fear, when the wood was fall;
Ne how the ground aghast was of the light,
That was not wont to see the sun bright;
Ne how the fire was couched first with stree,
And then with dry sticks cloven a three,
And then with green wood and spicery,
And then with cloth of gold and with perry,
And garlands hanging with full many a flower,
The myrrh, th’incense, with all so great odour;
Ne how Arcite lay among all this,
Ne what richesse about his body is;
Ne how that Emily, as was the guise,
Put in the fire of funeral service;
Ne how she swooned when men made the fire,
Ne what she spake, ne what was her desire;
Ne what jewels in the fire tho cast, 
When that the fire was great and burnt fast;
Ne how some cast their shield, and some their spear,
And of their vestments, which that they were,
And cups full of wine, and milk, and blood,
Into the fire, that burnt as it were wood;
Ne how the Greeks with an huge rout
Thrice riden all the fire about
Unto the left hand, with a loud shouting,
And thrice with their spears clattering;
And thrice how the ladies ’gun cry;
And how that led was homeward Emily;
Ne how Arcite is burnt to ashen cold;
Ne how that liche-wake was y-hold 
All thilk night, ne how the Greeks play
The wake-players; ne keep I not to say;
Who wrestleth best naked, with oil anoint,
Ne who that bear him best, in no disjoint.
I will not tellen eke how that they gon
Home to Athens, when the play is done;
But shortly to the point then will I wend,
And maken of my long tale an end.
   By process and by length of certain years
All stinted is the mourning and the tears
Of Greeks, by one general assent.
Then seemed me there was a parliament
At Athens, upon certain points and case;
Among the which points y-spoken was
To have with certain countries alliance,
And have fully of Thebans obeisance.
For which this noble Theseus anon
Let senden after gentil Palamon,
Unwist of him what was the cause and why;
But in his black clothes sorrowfully
He came at his commandment in hie.
Tho sent Theseus for Emily. 
When they were set, and hushed was all the place,
And Theseus abiden had a space
Ere any word came from his wise breast,
His eyen set he there as was his lest,
And with a staid visage he sighed still,
And after that right thus he said his will.
  “The first mover of the cause above,
When he first made the fair chain of love,
Great was th’effect, and high was his intent;
Well wist he why, and what thereof he meant;
For with that fair chain of love he bound
The fire, the air, the water, and the land
In certain bands, that they may not flee;
That same prince and that mover,” quoth he,
“Hath ’stablished, in this wretched world a-down,
Certain days and duration
To all that is engendered in this place,
Over the which day they may not pace,
All may they yet those days well abridge;
There needeth none authority allege,
For it is proved by experience,
But that me list declaren my sentence.
Then may men by this order well discern,
That thilk mover stable is and eterne.
Well may men know, but it be a fool,
That every part deriveth from his whole.
For nature hath not taken his beginning
Of no party or portion of a thing,
But of a thing that perfect is and stable,
Descending so, till it be corruptible.
And therefore, of his wise purveyance,
He hath so well beset his ordinance,
That species of things and progressions
Shallen enduren by successions,
And not eterne be, without lie:
This mayst thou understand and see at eye.
  “Lo the oak, that hath so long a nourishing
From time that it first beginneth spring,
And hath so long a life, as we may see,
Yet at the last wasted is the tree.
 “Considereth eke, how that the hard stone
Under our feet, on which we tread and go,
Yet wasteth it, as it lieth by the way.
The broad river sometime waxeth dry.
The great towns see we wane and wend.
Then may ye see that all this thing hath end.
  “Of man and woman see we well also
That needeth, in one of these terms two,
This is to sayn, in youth or else age,
He mote be dead, the king as shall a page;
Some in his bed, some in the deep sea,
Some in the large field, as men may see;
There helpeth naught; all goeth that ilk way.
Then may I sayn that all this thing mote die.
What maketh this but Jupiter the king?
That is prince and cause of all thing,
Converting all unto his proper weal
From which it is derived, sooth to tell.
And here against no creature on live,
Of no degree, availeth for to strive.
  “Then is it wisdom, as it thinketh me,
To maken virtue of necessity,
And take it well, that we may not eschew,
And namely that to us all is due.
And whoso groucheth ought, he doeth folly,  
And rebel is to him that all may guy.  
And certainly a man hath most honour
To dien in his excellence and flower,
When he is certain of his good name;
Then hath he done his friend, ne him, no shame.
And gladder ought his friend be of his death,
When with honour up yielden is his breath,
Than when his name appalled is for age;
For all forgotten is his vassalage.
Then is it best, as for a worthy fame,
To dien when that he is best of name.
The contrary of all this is wilfulness.
Why grouchen we? why have we heaviness, 
That good Arcite, of chivalry flower
Departed is, with duty and honour,
Out of this foul prison of this life?
Why grouchen here his cousin and his wife
Of his welfare that loved ’em so well?
Can he ’em thank? Nay, God wot, never a deal,
That both his soul and eke ’emself offend,
And yet they may their lusts not amend.
  “What may I conclude of this long serie,
But after woe I rede us to be merry
And thanken Jupiter of all his grace?
And, ere that we departen from this place,
I rede that we make, of sorrows two,
One perfect joy, lasting evermo’;
And looketh now, where most sorrow is herein,
There will we first amenden and begin.
  “Sister,” quoth he, “this is my full assent,
With all th’advise here of my parliament,
That gentil Palamon, your own knight, 
That serveth you with will, heart, and might,
And ever hath done, since ye first him knew,
That ye shall, of your grace, upon him rue,
And taken him for husband and for lord:
Lend me your hand, for this is our accord.
Let see now of your womanly pity.
He is a king’s brother son, pardee;
And though he were a povre bachelor,
Since he hath served you so many a year,
And had for you so great adversity,
It must be considered, ’lieveth me,
For gentil mercy ought to passen right.”
  Then said he thus to Palamon full right;
“I trow there needeth little sermoning
To make you assent to this thing.
Come near, and take your lady by the hand.”
Betwixten ’em was made anon the bond,
That hight matrimony or marriage,
By all the counsel and the baronage.
And thus with all bliss and melody
Hath Palamon y-wedded Emily.
And God, that all this wide world hath wrought,
Send him his love, that hath it dear a-bought.
For now is Palamon in all wealth,
Living in bliss, in richesse, and in health;
And Emily him loveth so tenderly,
And he her serveth all so gentilly,
That never was there no word ’em between
Of jealousy, or any other teen
Thus endeth Palamon and Emily;
And God save all this fair company!—Amen

Here is ended the Knight’s Tale.