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7490Tell me,said Theseus,"what and whence you are,"And why this funeral pageant you prepare?
7490What have I gained,he said,"in prison pent, If I but change my bonds for banishment?
7490Why wouldst thou go,with one consent they cry, When thou hadst gold enough, and Emily?"
7490And knowst thou not, no law is made for love?
7490And wouldst thou court my lady''s love, which I Much rather than release, would choose to die?
7490But whither went his soul?
7490Canst thou pretend desire, whom zeal inflamed To worship, and a power celestial named?
7490Is this the welcome of my worthy deeds, To meet my triumph in ill- omened weeds?
7490Of what?
7490Offence?
7490Or are you injured, and demand relief?
7490Or envy you my praise, and would destroy With grief my pleasures, and pollute my joy?
7490Or who had done the offence?
7490Ought he to thank his kinsman or his wife, Could tears recall him into wretched life?
7490Since then our Arcite is with honour dead, Why should we mourn, that he so soon is freed, Or call untimely what the gods decreed?
7490Still will the jealous Queen pursue our race?
7490Suppose( which yet I grant not) thy desire A moment elder than my rival fire; Can chance of seeing first thy title prove?
7490Thus Arcite: and thus Palamon replies( Eager his tone, and ardent were his eyes,)"Speakest thou in earnest, or in jesting vein?"
7490To whom?
7490What makes all this, but Jupiter the king, At whose command we perish, and we spring?
7490What worse to wretched virtue could befal, If Fate or giddy Fortune governed all?
7490Who judged the cause?
7490Who now but Arcite mourns his bitter fate, Finds his dear purchase, and repents too late?
7490Who now but Palamon exults with joy?
7490do mortal men in vain Of Fortune, Fate, or Providence complain?
7490why in arms together met?
257--` My lordes and my ladyes, it stant thus; What sholde I lenger,''quod he,` do yow dwelle?''
2571015` But, dere frend, how shal myn wo ben lesse Til this be doon?
2571090 Why list thee so thy- self for- doon for drede, That in thyn heed thyn eyen semen dede?
2571095 Hath kinde thee wroughte al- only hir to plese?
257110 What nede were it this preyere for to werne, Sin ye shul bothe han folk and toun as yerne?
2571125 Quod tho Criseyde,` Is this a mannes game?
2571155` We han nought elles for to don, y- wis. And Pandarus, now woltow trowen me?
2571160 Al wrong, by god; what seystow, man, wher art?
2571190 What mighte or may the sely larke seye, Whan that the sperhauk hath it in his foot?
2571265 But who may bet bigylen, yf him liste, Than he on whom men weneth best to triste?
2571355 Though ther be mercy writen in your chere, God wot, the text ful hard is, sooth, to finde, How coude ye with- outen bond me binde?''
257135` And why so, uncle myn?
2571460 What proferestow thy light here for to selle?
2571470` What is he more aboute, me to drecche And doon me wrong?
2571475 For how sholde I my lyf an houre save, Sin that with yow is al the lyf I have?
2571505` Thow thinkest now,"How sholde I doon al this?
2571610` Thus hastow me no litel thing y- yive, Fo which to thee obliged be for ay My lyf, and why?
2571680` Who shal now trowe on any othes mo?
2571705 O god,''quod he,` that oughtest taken hede To fortheren trouthe, and wronges to punyce, Why niltow doon a vengeaunce of this vyce?
257200 Quod Troilus,` How longe shal I dwelle Er this be doon?''
257210` What eyleth yow to be thus wery sone, And namelich of wommen?
257235 Who speketh for me right now in myn absence?
257240 How shal she doon eek, sorwful creature?
257260 What have I doon, what have I thus a- gilt?
257315` O my Criseyde, O lady sovereyne Of thilke woful soule that thus cryeth, Who shal now yeven comfort to the peyne?
257320 Lo, here is al, what sholde I more seye?
257335 What nede is thee to maken al this care?
257370 Who woot in sooth thus what they signifye?
257385 Criseyde, which that herde him in this wyse, Thoughte,` I shal fele what he meneth, y- wis.''` Now, eem,''quod she,` what wolde ye devyse?
25740 Were it not bet at ones for to dye Than ever- more in langour thus to drye?
257410 O quike deeth, O swete harm so queynte, How may of thee in me swich quantitee, But- if that I consente that it be?
257420` What?
25745 Why nil I sleen this Diomede also?
257480 Why gabbestow, that seydest thus to me That"him is wors that is fro wele y- throwe, Than he hadde erst non of that wele y- knowe?"
257490` But may I truste wel ther- to,''quod he,` That of this thing that ye han hight me here, Ye wol it holden trewly un- to me?''
257495 O where hastow ben hid so longe in muwe, That canst so wel and formely arguwe?
257535 Now is not this a nyce vanitee?
257560 At whiche she lough, and gan hir faste excuse, And seyde,` It rayneth; lo, how sholde I goon?''
257585 What nede is thee to seke on me victorie, Sin I am thyn, and hoolly at thy wille?
257620` This were a wonder thing,''quod Troylus,` Thou coudest never in love thy- selven wisse; How devel maystow bringen me to blisse?''
257735 Quod Pandarus,` Thou wrecched mouses herte, Art thou agast so that she wol thee byte?
257765 What is Criseyde worth, from Troilus?
257770` What, Not as bisily,''quod Pandarus,` As though myn owene lyf lay on this nede?''
257780 How wostow so that thou art gracelees?
257875 And of hir song right with that word she stente, And therwith- al,` Now, nece,''quod Criseyde,` Who made this song with so good entente?''
257910` What wole ye more, lufsom lady dere?
257945 What shold I telle his wordes that he seyde?
257980` But Lord, how shal I doon, how shal I liven?
257Al be I not the first that dide amis, What helpeth that to do my blame awey?
257And as he com ayeinward prively, 750 His nece awook, and asked,` Who goth there?''
257And falsen Troilus?
257And goode, eek tel me this, How wiltow seyn of me and my destresse?
257And ner he com, and seyde,` How stont it now This mery morwe, nece, how can ye fare?''
257And of him- self imagened he ofte To ben defet, and pale, and waxen lesse Than he was wo nt, and that men seyden softe,` What may it be?
257And seyde,` Leve brother Pandarus, Intendestow that we shal here bleve Til Sarpedoun wol forth congeyen us?
257And shal I go?
257And she answerde,` Swete, al were it so, What harm was that, sin I non yvel mene?
257And sin he best to love is, and most meke, What nedeth feyned loves for to seke?
257And therwithal he heng a- doun the heed, And fil on knees, and sorwfully he sighte; 1080 What mighte he seyn?
257And why hir fader tarieth so longe To wedden hir un- to som worthy wight?
257And why?
257Artow for hir and for non other born?
257Be ye nought war how that fals Poliphete Is now aboute eft- sones for to plete, And bringe on yow advocacyes newe?''
257Bet than swiche fyve?
257But canstow pleyen raket, to and fro, 460 Netle in, dokke out, now this, now that, Pandare?
257But how shul ye don in this sorwful cas, How shal you re tendre herte this sustene?
257But tel me than, hastow hir wil assayed, That sorwest thus?''
257But tel me, if I wiste what she were 765 For whom that thee al this misaunter ayleth?
257But what avayleth this to Troilus, That for his sorwe no- thing of it roughte?
257But what is thanne a remede un- to this, But that we shape us sone for to mete?
257But who may al eschewe, or al devyne?
257But who was glad y- nough but Calkas tho?
257Can he for me so pitously compleyne?
257Can he ther- on?
257Cryseyda gan al his chere aspyen, And leet so softe it in hir herte sinke, 650 That to hir- self she seyde,` Who yaf me drinke?''
257Deiphebus him answerde,` O, is not this, That thow spekest of to me thus straungely, Criseyda, my freend?''
257Dorstestow that I tolde hir in hir ere Thy wo, sith thou darst not thy- self for fere, And hir bisoughte on thee to han som routhe?''
257Eek I nil not be cured, I wol deye; What knowe I of the quene Niobe?
257Eek wostow how it fareth of som servyse?
257Encressen eek the causes of my care; So wel- a- wey, why nil myn herte breste?
257Envyous day, what list thee so to spyen?
257For love of god,''quod she, 225` Shal I not witen what ye mene of this?''
257For me hath he swich hevinesse?
257For tendernesse, how shal she this sustene, Swich wo for me?
257For who may holde thing that wol a- way?
257Fro that demaunde he so descendeth doun To asken hir, if that hir straunge thoughte 860 The Grekes gyse, and werkes that they wroughte?
257Fro yow soiourne?
257Han now thus sone Grekes maad yow lene?
257Hastow nought herd at parlement,''he seyde,` For Antenor how lost is my Criseyde?''
257Hastow swich lust to been thyn owene fo?
257He seyde,` Ye, but wole ye now me here?
257How darstow seyn that fals thy lady is, For any dreem, right for thyn owene drede?
257How dorste I thenken that folye?
257How maystow in thyn herte finde 265 To been to me thus cruel and unkinde?
257How might a wight in torment and in drede And helelees, yow sende as yet gladnesse?
257How mighte I have in that so hard an herte?
257How mighte it ever y- red ben or y- songe, The pleynte that she made in hir distresse?
257How mightestow for reuthe me bigyle?
257How shal I, wrecche, fare?
257How shal this longe tyme a- wey be driven, Til that thou be ayein at hir fro me?
257How sholde I live, if that I from him twinne?
257How sholde a fish with- oute water dure?
257How sholde a plaunte or lyves creature Live, with- oute his kinde noriture?
257I knowe also, and alday here and see, Men loven wommen al this toun aboute; Be they the wers?
257If harme agree me, wher- to pleyne I thenne?
257If love be good, from whennes comth my wo?
257Is it of love?
257Is that a widewes lyf, so god you save?
257Is ther no grace, and shal I thus be spilt?
257Is this al the Ioye and al the feste?
257Is this the verray mede of your beheste?
257Is this your reed, is this my blisful cas?
257It be repeled?
257Liveth not thy lady?
257Lo, nece myn, see ye nought how I swete?
257May I him lette of that?
257May I not stonden here?''
257May I nought wel in other folk aspye 775 Hir dredful Ioye, hir constreynt, and hir peyne?
257May it be no bet?''
257May ye not ten dayes thanne abyde, For myn honour, in swich an aventure?
257Maystow not see?''
257Men mosten axe at seyntes if it is Aught fair in hevene; Why?
257Now I am gon, whom yeve ye audience?
257O dere herte eek, that I love so, Who shal that sorwe sleen that ye ben inne?
257O mercy, god, who wolde have trowed this?
257O trust, O feyth, O depe aseuraunce, Who hath me reft Criseyde, al my plesaunce?
257Or love the wers, though wrecches on it cryen?
257Or woot it Troilus?''
257Pandare answerde and seyde,` Allas the whyle 1275 That I was born; have I not seyd er this, That dremes many a maner man bigyle?
257Pandare answerde,` Be we comen hider To fecchen fyr, and rennen hoom ayeyn?
257Quod Pandarus,` And it your wille be That she may take hir leve, er that she go?''
257Quod Pandarus,` Ye, nece, wol ye here?
257Quod she;` And how thus unwist of hem alle?''
257Quod tho Criseyde,` Wole ye doon o thing, And ye therwith shal stinte al his disese?
257Right for this fyn?
257Sey ye me never er now?
257Shal I nat loven, in cas if that me leste?
257Shal thus Criseyde awey, for that thou wilt?
257She seyde,` How shal he doon, and I also?
257She shal come hastely ayeyn;"And whanne, allas?
257Shulde be therfor fallen in despeyr, Or be recreaunt for his owene tene, Or sleen him- self, al be his lady fayr?
257Sin I am free, Sholde I now love, and putte in Iupartye My sikernesse, and thrallen libertee?
257Slombrestow as in a lytargye?
257Sone after this, to him she gan to rowne, And asked him if Troilus were there?
257Spak than Eleyne, and seyde,` Pandarus, 1625 Woot ought my lord, my brother, this matere, I mene, Ector?
257Sumwhat I bringe,''And seyde,` Who is in his bed so sone 1310 Y- buried thus?''
257Swich arguments ne been not worth a bene; Wol ye the childish Ialous contrefete?
257Than spak he thus,` O lady myn Criseyde, Wher is your feyth, and wher is your biheste?
257That endeth in swich wyse?
257That knowest best myn herte and al my thought, What shal my sorwful lyf don in this cas 290 If I for- go that I so dere have bought?
257Thenk eek how Paris hath, that is thy brother, A love; and why shaltow not have another?
257Tho lough this Pandare, and anoon answerde,` And I thy borw?
257Thou wenest been a greet devyneresse; Now seestow not this fool of fantasye Peyneth hir on ladyes for to lye?
257Thyn advertence?
257Til that the breeth me fayle?
257To what fyn live I thus?
257Whan he was come un- to his neces place,` Wher is my lady?''
257Whan shal I next my dere herte see?
257Whan shal she com ayeyn?
257What Ioye hastow thyn owene folk to spille?
257What eyleth thee To been a Greek, sin thou art born Troian?
257What han thise loveres thee agilt, Dispitous day?
257What hastow lost, why sekestow this place, 1455 Ther god thy lyght so quenche, for his grace?
257What helpeth it to wepen ful a strete, Or though ye bothe in salte teres dreynte?
257What is me best to do?''
257What is this to seye?
257What is your reed I sholde doon of this?''
257What may this be, That thou dispeyred art thus causelees?
257What mighte I more doon or seye?''
257What newe lust, what beautee, what science, 1255 What wratthe of iuste cause have ye to me?
257What sey ye, no?''
257What shal I do, allas?
257What sholde I drecche, or telle of his aray?
257What sholde I lenger in this tale tarien?
257What sholde I lenger proces of it make?
257What sholde I lenger sermon of it holde?
257What sholde I make of this a long sermoun?
257What sholde I more telle?
257What sholden straunge to me doon, Whan he, that for my beste freend I wende, Ret me to love, and sholde it me defende?
257What shulde I seyn?
257What unhap may this mene?
257What wikked spirit tolde him thus?
257What wol my dere herte seyn to me, Which that I drede never- mo to see?
257What wolt thow seyn, if I for Eleyne sente To speke of this?
257What womman coude love swich a wrecche?
257What wonder is it though he of me have Ioye?
257What wonder is though that hir sore smerte, Whan she forgoth hir owene swete herte?
257What woot my fader what lyf that I lede?
257What?
257What?''
257What?''
257Wher ben hir armes and hir eyen clere, 220 That yesternight this tyme with me were?
257Whether yet thou thenke up- on Criseyde?
257Which wey be ye comen, benedicite?''
257Who can conforten now your hertes werre?
257Who can the sothe gesse 620 Why Troilus hath al this hevinesse?''
257Who coude telle aright or ful discryve His wo, his pleynt, his langour, and his pyne?
257Who is al there?
257Who may it leve?
257Who mighte han seyd, that I had doon a- mis To stele awey with swich on as he is?
257Who mighte telle half the Ioye or feste Which that the sowle of Troilus tho felte, 345 Heringe theffect of Pandarus biheste?
257Who seigh ever a wys man faren so?
257Who sey ever or this so dul a man?"
257Who shal now trowe on any othes mo?
257Who sit right now or stant in your presence?
257Who wol deme, though he see a man To temple go, that he the images eteth?
257Who wolde have wend that, in so litel a throwe, Fortune our Ioye wolde han over- throwe?
257Whom shal I leve?
257Why do ye so, Syn wel ye woot the tyme is faste by, That he shal come?
257Why doth my dere herte thus, allas?''
257Why leet I you from hennes go, For which wel neigh out of my wit I breyde?
257Why leet ich hir to go?
257Why lystow in this wyse, Sin thy desyr al holly hastow had, 395 So that, by right, it oughte y- now suffyse?
257Why ne hadde I swich on with my soule y- bought, Ye, or the leeste Ioye that was there?
257Why ne hastow to thy- selven som resport, 850 Why woltow thus thy- selve, allas, for- do?
257Why nere I deed?
257Why nil I bringe al Troye upon a rore?
257Why nil I helpen to myn owene cure?''
257Why nil I rather with a man or two Stele hir a- way?
257Why niltow do me deye?
257Why niltow lete hir fro thyn herte go?
257Why niltow love an- other lady swete, That may thyn herte setten in quiete?
257Why niltow over us hove, As longe as whanne Almena lay by Iove?
257Why sholde than for ferd thyn herte quake?
257Why so?''
257Why twinned be we tweyne?"''
257Why wiltow me fro Ioye thus depryve?
257Why wol I this endure?
257Why, Troilus, what thenkestow to done?
257Wol he have pleynte or teres, er I wende?
257Wol ye do thus, for shame?''
257Wol ye so?
257` A ring?''
257` And if that at myn owene lust I brenne, Fro whennes cometh my wailing and my pleynte?
257` And therfor wostow what I thee beseche?
257` And thou, my suster, ful of discomfort,''Quod Pandarus,` what thenkestow to do?
257` And wostow why I am the lasse a- fered Of this matere with my nece trete?
257` Artow in Troye, and hast non hardiment To take a womman which that loveth thee, And wolde hir- selven been of thyn assent?
257` Be ye mad?
257` Beth nought agast, ne quaketh nat; wher- to?
257` But Troilus, I pray thee tel me now, 330 If that thou trowe, er this, that any wight Hath loved paramours as wel as thou?
257` But he that parted is in every place 960 Is no- wher hool, as writen clerkes wyse; What wonder is, though swich oon have no grace?
257` But tel me how, thou that woost al this matere, How I might best avaylen?
257` But tel me this, why thou art now so mad To sorwen thus?
257` But wene ye that every wrecche woot 890 The parfit blisse of love?
257` But whider is thy reed,''quod Troilus,` That we may pleye us best in al this toun?''
257` Can he wel speke of love?''
257` Ector,''quod they,` what goost may yow enspyre This womman thus to shilde and doon us lese Daun Antenor?
257` Endeth than love in wo?
257` For how might ever sweetnesse have be knowe To him that never tasted bitternesse?
257` Hadde I him never leef?
257` Hastow not lived many a yeer biforn With- outen hir, and ferd ful wel at ese?
257` Have I thee nought honoured al my lyve, As thou wel wost, above the goddes alle?
257` How bisy, if I love, eek moste I be To plesen hem that Iangle of love, and demen, 800 And coye hem, that they sey non harm of me?
257` How doon this folk that seen hir loves wedded By freendes might, as it bi- tit ful ofte, 345 And seen hem in hir spouses bed y- bedded?
257` How hastow thus unkindely and longe Hid this fro me, thou fool?''
257` How mighte I thanne do?''
257` How ofte tyme hath it y- knowen be, The treson, that to womman hath be do?
257` How shal I do?
257` How sholde I thus ten dayes ful endure, Whan I the firste night have al this tene?
257` I?
257` I?
257` I?
257` If no love is, O god, what fele I so?
257` Loke up, I seye, and tel me what she is Anoon, that I may goon aboute thy nede; Knowe ich hir ought?
257` Ne that I shal han cause in this matere,''495 Quod he,` to pleyne, or after yow to preche?''
257` No, certes, brother,''quod this Troilus,` And why?''
257` No?
257` Now set a cas, the hardest is, y- wis, Men mighten deme that he loveth me; 730 What dishonour were it un- to me, this?
257` Now wherby that I telle yow al this?
257` Now, uncle dere,''quod she,` tel it us For goddes love; is than the assege aweye?
257` O mercy, god, what lyf is this?''
257` O wery goost, that errest to and fro, Why niltow fleen out of the wofulleste Body, that ever mighte on grounde go?
257` Thanne if I ne hadde spoken, as grace was, Ye wolde han slayn your- self anoon?''
257` To what fyn sholde I live and sorwen thus?
257` To- morwe?
257` What cas,''quod Troilus,` or what aventure Hath gyded thee to see my languisshinge, That am refus of euery creature?
257` What is the sonne wers, of kinde righte, Though that a man, for feblesse of his yen, May nought endure on it to see for brighte?
257` What mighte I wene, and I hadde swich a thought, 1065 But that god purveyth thing that is to come For that it is to come, and elles nought?
257` What shal I doon?
257` What that I mene, O swete herte dere?''
257` What trowe ye the peple eek al aboute Wolde of it seye?
257` What wene ye your wyse fader wolde Han yeven Antenor for yow anoon, 905 If he ne wiste that the citee sholde Destroyed been?
257` What?
257` What?
257` Which hous?''
257` Who seeth yow now, my righte lode- sterre?
257` Who, Troilus?
257` Whom sholde I thanke but yow, god of love, Of al this blisse, in which to bathe I ginne?
257` Why do ye with your- selven thus amis?''
257` Why nil I make at ones riche and pore To have y- nough to done, er that she go?
257` Why, no, parde; what nedeth more speche?''
257` Why, uncle myn,''quod she,` who tolde him this?
257` Wostow that wel?''
257` Wot ye not wel that noble and heigh corage Ne sorweth not, ne stinteth eek for lyte?
257` Ye, holy god,''quod she,` what thing is that?
257` Ye, nece, wole ye pullen out the thorn That stiketh in his herte?''
257` Ye, swete herte?
257is this nought wysly spoken?''
257quod Troilus,` To knowe of this, ye, were it never so lyte?''
257quod he,` who causeth al this fare?
257quod she,` what wordes may ye bringe?
257thoughte he,` wher hastow woned, That art so fair and goodly to devyse?''
257what is this wonder maladye?
257what may this be?