This is a list of all the questions and their associated study carrel identifiers. One can learn a lot of the "aboutness" of a text simply by reading the questions.
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7490 | Tell me,said Theseus,"what and whence you are,"And why this funeral pageant you prepare? |
7490 | What have I gained,he said,"in prison pent, If I but change my bonds for banishment? |
7490 | Why wouldst thou go,with one consent they cry, When thou hadst gold enough, and Emily?" |
7490 | And knowst thou not, no law is made for love? |
7490 | And wouldst thou court my lady''s love, which I Much rather than release, would choose to die? |
7490 | But whither went his soul? |
7490 | Canst thou pretend desire, whom zeal inflamed To worship, and a power celestial named? |
7490 | Is this the welcome of my worthy deeds, To meet my triumph in ill- omened weeds? |
7490 | Of what? |
7490 | Offence? |
7490 | Or are you injured, and demand relief? |
7490 | Or envy you my praise, and would destroy With grief my pleasures, and pollute my joy? |
7490 | Or who had done the offence? |
7490 | Ought he to thank his kinsman or his wife, Could tears recall him into wretched life? |
7490 | Since then our Arcite is with honour dead, Why should we mourn, that he so soon is freed, Or call untimely what the gods decreed? |
7490 | Still will the jealous Queen pursue our race? |
7490 | Suppose( which yet I grant not) thy desire A moment elder than my rival fire; Can chance of seeing first thy title prove? |
7490 | Thus Arcite: and thus Palamon replies( Eager his tone, and ardent were his eyes,)"Speakest thou in earnest, or in jesting vein?" |
7490 | To whom? |
7490 | What makes all this, but Jupiter the king, At whose command we perish, and we spring? |
7490 | What worse to wretched virtue could befal, If Fate or giddy Fortune governed all? |
7490 | Who judged the cause? |
7490 | Who now but Arcite mourns his bitter fate, Finds his dear purchase, and repents too late? |
7490 | Who now but Palamon exults with joy? |
7490 | do mortal men in vain Of Fortune, Fate, or Providence complain? |
7490 | why in arms together met? |
257 | --` My lordes and my ladyes, it stant thus; What sholde I lenger,''quod he,` do yow dwelle?'' |
257 | 1015` But, dere frend, how shal myn wo ben lesse Til this be doon? |
257 | 1090 Why list thee so thy- self for- doon for drede, That in thyn heed thyn eyen semen dede? |
257 | 1095 Hath kinde thee wroughte al- only hir to plese? |
257 | 110 What nede were it this preyere for to werne, Sin ye shul bothe han folk and toun as yerne? |
257 | 1125 Quod tho Criseyde,` Is this a mannes game? |
257 | 1155` We han nought elles for to don, y- wis. And Pandarus, now woltow trowen me? |
257 | 1160 Al wrong, by god; what seystow, man, wher art? |
257 | 1190 What mighte or may the sely larke seye, Whan that the sperhauk hath it in his foot? |
257 | 1265 But who may bet bigylen, yf him liste, Than he on whom men weneth best to triste? |
257 | 1355 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?'' |
257 | 135` And why so, uncle myn? |
257 | 1460 What proferestow thy light here for to selle? |
257 | 1470` What is he more aboute, me to drecche And doon me wrong? |
257 | 1475 For how sholde I my lyf an houre save, Sin that with yow is al the lyf I have? |
257 | 1505` Thow thinkest now,"How sholde I doon al this? |
257 | 1610` Thus hastow me no litel thing y- yive, Fo which to thee obliged be for ay My lyf, and why? |
257 | 1680` Who shal now trowe on any othes mo? |
257 | 1705 O god,''quod he,` that oughtest taken hede To fortheren trouthe, and wronges to punyce, Why niltow doon a vengeaunce of this vyce? |
257 | 200 Quod Troilus,` How longe shal I dwelle Er this be doon?'' |
257 | 210` What eyleth yow to be thus wery sone, And namelich of wommen? |
257 | 235 Who speketh for me right now in myn absence? |
257 | 240 How shal she doon eek, sorwful creature? |
257 | 260 What have I doon, what have I thus a- gilt? |
257 | 315` O my Criseyde, O lady sovereyne Of thilke woful soule that thus cryeth, Who shal now yeven comfort to the peyne? |
257 | 320 Lo, here is al, what sholde I more seye? |
257 | 335 What nede is thee to maken al this care? |
257 | 370 Who woot in sooth thus what they signifye? |
257 | 385 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? |
257 | 40 Were it not bet at ones for to dye Than ever- more in langour thus to drye? |
257 | 410 O quike deeth, O swete harm so queynte, How may of thee in me swich quantitee, But- if that I consente that it be? |
257 | 420` What? |
257 | 45 Why nil I sleen this Diomede also? |
257 | 480 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?" |
257 | 490` 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?'' |
257 | 495 O where hastow ben hid so longe in muwe, That canst so wel and formely arguwe? |
257 | 535 Now is not this a nyce vanitee? |
257 | 560 At whiche she lough, and gan hir faste excuse, And seyde,` It rayneth; lo, how sholde I goon?'' |
257 | 585 What nede is thee to seke on me victorie, Sin I am thyn, and hoolly at thy wille? |
257 | 620` This were a wonder thing,''quod Troylus,` Thou coudest never in love thy- selven wisse; How devel maystow bringen me to blisse?'' |
257 | 735 Quod Pandarus,` Thou wrecched mouses herte, Art thou agast so that she wol thee byte? |
257 | 765 What is Criseyde worth, from Troilus? |
257 | 770` What, Not as bisily,''quod Pandarus,` As though myn owene lyf lay on this nede?'' |
257 | 780 How wostow so that thou art gracelees? |
257 | 875 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?'' |
257 | 910` What wole ye more, lufsom lady dere? |
257 | 945 What shold I telle his wordes that he seyde? |
257 | 980` But Lord, how shal I doon, how shal I liven? |
257 | Al be I not the first that dide amis, What helpeth that to do my blame awey? |
257 | And as he com ayeinward prively, 750 His nece awook, and asked,` Who goth there?'' |
257 | And falsen Troilus? |
257 | And goode, eek tel me this, How wiltow seyn of me and my destresse? |
257 | And ner he com, and seyde,` How stont it now This mery morwe, nece, how can ye fare?'' |
257 | And 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? |
257 | And seyde,` Leve brother Pandarus, Intendestow that we shal here bleve Til Sarpedoun wol forth congeyen us? |
257 | And shal I go? |
257 | And she answerde,` Swete, al were it so, What harm was that, sin I non yvel mene? |
257 | And sin he best to love is, and most meke, What nedeth feyned loves for to seke? |
257 | And therwithal he heng a- doun the heed, And fil on knees, and sorwfully he sighte; 1080 What mighte he seyn? |
257 | And why hir fader tarieth so longe To wedden hir un- to som worthy wight? |
257 | And why? |
257 | Artow for hir and for non other born? |
257 | Be ye nought war how that fals Poliphete Is now aboute eft- sones for to plete, And bringe on yow advocacyes newe?'' |
257 | Bet than swiche fyve? |
257 | But canstow pleyen raket, to and fro, 460 Netle in, dokke out, now this, now that, Pandare? |
257 | But how shul ye don in this sorwful cas, How shal you re tendre herte this sustene? |
257 | But tel me than, hastow hir wil assayed, That sorwest thus?'' |
257 | But tel me, if I wiste what she were 765 For whom that thee al this misaunter ayleth? |
257 | But what avayleth this to Troilus, That for his sorwe no- thing of it roughte? |
257 | But what is thanne a remede un- to this, But that we shape us sone for to mete? |
257 | But who may al eschewe, or al devyne? |
257 | But who was glad y- nough but Calkas tho? |
257 | Can he for me so pitously compleyne? |
257 | Can he ther- on? |
257 | Cryseyda 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?'' |
257 | Deiphebus him answerde,` O, is not this, That thow spekest of to me thus straungely, Criseyda, my freend?'' |
257 | Dorstestow 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?'' |
257 | Eek I nil not be cured, I wol deye; What knowe I of the quene Niobe? |
257 | Eek wostow how it fareth of som servyse? |
257 | Encressen eek the causes of my care; So wel- a- wey, why nil myn herte breste? |
257 | Envyous day, what list thee so to spyen? |
257 | For love of god,''quod she, 225` Shal I not witen what ye mene of this?'' |
257 | For me hath he swich hevinesse? |
257 | For tendernesse, how shal she this sustene, Swich wo for me? |
257 | For who may holde thing that wol a- way? |
257 | Fro that demaunde he so descendeth doun To asken hir, if that hir straunge thoughte 860 The Grekes gyse, and werkes that they wroughte? |
257 | Fro yow soiourne? |
257 | Han now thus sone Grekes maad yow lene? |
257 | Hastow nought herd at parlement,''he seyde,` For Antenor how lost is my Criseyde?'' |
257 | Hastow swich lust to been thyn owene fo? |
257 | He seyde,` Ye, but wole ye now me here? |
257 | How darstow seyn that fals thy lady is, For any dreem, right for thyn owene drede? |
257 | How dorste I thenken that folye? |
257 | How maystow in thyn herte finde 265 To been to me thus cruel and unkinde? |
257 | How might a wight in torment and in drede And helelees, yow sende as yet gladnesse? |
257 | How mighte I have in that so hard an herte? |
257 | How mighte it ever y- red ben or y- songe, The pleynte that she made in hir distresse? |
257 | How mightestow for reuthe me bigyle? |
257 | How shal I, wrecche, fare? |
257 | How shal this longe tyme a- wey be driven, Til that thou be ayein at hir fro me? |
257 | How sholde I live, if that I from him twinne? |
257 | How sholde a fish with- oute water dure? |
257 | How sholde a plaunte or lyves creature Live, with- oute his kinde noriture? |
257 | I knowe also, and alday here and see, Men loven wommen al this toun aboute; Be they the wers? |
257 | If harme agree me, wher- to pleyne I thenne? |
257 | If love be good, from whennes comth my wo? |
257 | Is it of love? |
257 | Is that a widewes lyf, so god you save? |
257 | Is ther no grace, and shal I thus be spilt? |
257 | Is this al the Ioye and al the feste? |
257 | Is this the verray mede of your beheste? |
257 | Is this your reed, is this my blisful cas? |
257 | It be repeled? |
257 | Liveth not thy lady? |
257 | Lo, nece myn, see ye nought how I swete? |
257 | May I him lette of that? |
257 | May I not stonden here?'' |
257 | May I nought wel in other folk aspye 775 Hir dredful Ioye, hir constreynt, and hir peyne? |
257 | May it be no bet?'' |
257 | May ye not ten dayes thanne abyde, For myn honour, in swich an aventure? |
257 | Maystow not see?'' |
257 | Men mosten axe at seyntes if it is Aught fair in hevene; Why? |
257 | Now I am gon, whom yeve ye audience? |
257 | O dere herte eek, that I love so, Who shal that sorwe sleen that ye ben inne? |
257 | O mercy, god, who wolde have trowed this? |
257 | O trust, O feyth, O depe aseuraunce, Who hath me reft Criseyde, al my plesaunce? |
257 | Or love the wers, though wrecches on it cryen? |
257 | Or woot it Troilus?'' |
257 | Pandare answerde and seyde,` Allas the whyle 1275 That I was born; have I not seyd er this, That dremes many a maner man bigyle? |
257 | Pandare answerde,` Be we comen hider To fecchen fyr, and rennen hoom ayeyn? |
257 | Quod Pandarus,` And it your wille be That she may take hir leve, er that she go?'' |
257 | Quod Pandarus,` Ye, nece, wol ye here? |
257 | Quod she;` And how thus unwist of hem alle?'' |
257 | Quod tho Criseyde,` Wole ye doon o thing, And ye therwith shal stinte al his disese? |
257 | Right for this fyn? |
257 | Sey ye me never er now? |
257 | Shal I nat loven, in cas if that me leste? |
257 | Shal thus Criseyde awey, for that thou wilt? |
257 | She seyde,` How shal he doon, and I also? |
257 | She shal come hastely ayeyn;"And whanne, allas? |
257 | Shulde be therfor fallen in despeyr, Or be recreaunt for his owene tene, Or sleen him- self, al be his lady fayr? |
257 | Sin I am free, Sholde I now love, and putte in Iupartye My sikernesse, and thrallen libertee? |
257 | Slombrestow as in a lytargye? |
257 | Sone after this, to him she gan to rowne, And asked him if Troilus were there? |
257 | Spak than Eleyne, and seyde,` Pandarus, 1625 Woot ought my lord, my brother, this matere, I mene, Ector? |
257 | Sumwhat I bringe,''And seyde,` Who is in his bed so sone 1310 Y- buried thus?'' |
257 | Swich arguments ne been not worth a bene; Wol ye the childish Ialous contrefete? |
257 | Than spak he thus,` O lady myn Criseyde, Wher is your feyth, and wher is your biheste? |
257 | That endeth in swich wyse? |
257 | That 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? |
257 | Thenk eek how Paris hath, that is thy brother, A love; and why shaltow not have another? |
257 | Tho lough this Pandare, and anoon answerde,` And I thy borw? |
257 | Thou wenest been a greet devyneresse; Now seestow not this fool of fantasye Peyneth hir on ladyes for to lye? |
257 | Thyn advertence? |
257 | Til that the breeth me fayle? |
257 | To what fyn live I thus? |
257 | Whan he was come un- to his neces place,` Wher is my lady?'' |
257 | Whan shal I next my dere herte see? |
257 | Whan shal she com ayeyn? |
257 | What Ioye hastow thyn owene folk to spille? |
257 | What eyleth thee To been a Greek, sin thou art born Troian? |
257 | What han thise loveres thee agilt, Dispitous day? |
257 | What hastow lost, why sekestow this place, 1455 Ther god thy lyght so quenche, for his grace? |
257 | What helpeth it to wepen ful a strete, Or though ye bothe in salte teres dreynte? |
257 | What is me best to do?'' |
257 | What is this to seye? |
257 | What is your reed I sholde doon of this?'' |
257 | What may this be, That thou dispeyred art thus causelees? |
257 | What mighte I more doon or seye?'' |
257 | What newe lust, what beautee, what science, 1255 What wratthe of iuste cause have ye to me? |
257 | What sey ye, no?'' |
257 | What shal I do, allas? |
257 | What sholde I drecche, or telle of his aray? |
257 | What sholde I lenger in this tale tarien? |
257 | What sholde I lenger proces of it make? |
257 | What sholde I lenger sermon of it holde? |
257 | What sholde I make of this a long sermoun? |
257 | What sholde I more telle? |
257 | What sholden straunge to me doon, Whan he, that for my beste freend I wende, Ret me to love, and sholde it me defende? |
257 | What shulde I seyn? |
257 | What unhap may this mene? |
257 | What wikked spirit tolde him thus? |
257 | What wol my dere herte seyn to me, Which that I drede never- mo to see? |
257 | What wolt thow seyn, if I for Eleyne sente To speke of this? |
257 | What womman coude love swich a wrecche? |
257 | What wonder is it though he of me have Ioye? |
257 | What wonder is though that hir sore smerte, Whan she forgoth hir owene swete herte? |
257 | What woot my fader what lyf that I lede? |
257 | What? |
257 | What?'' |
257 | What?'' |
257 | Wher ben hir armes and hir eyen clere, 220 That yesternight this tyme with me were? |
257 | Whether yet thou thenke up- on Criseyde? |
257 | Which wey be ye comen, benedicite?'' |
257 | Who can conforten now your hertes werre? |
257 | Who can the sothe gesse 620 Why Troilus hath al this hevinesse?'' |
257 | Who coude telle aright or ful discryve His wo, his pleynt, his langour, and his pyne? |
257 | Who is al there? |
257 | Who may it leve? |
257 | Who mighte han seyd, that I had doon a- mis To stele awey with swich on as he is? |
257 | Who mighte telle half the Ioye or feste Which that the sowle of Troilus tho felte, 345 Heringe theffect of Pandarus biheste? |
257 | Who seigh ever a wys man faren so? |
257 | Who sey ever or this so dul a man?" |
257 | Who shal now trowe on any othes mo? |
257 | Who sit right now or stant in your presence? |
257 | Who wol deme, though he see a man To temple go, that he the images eteth? |
257 | Who wolde have wend that, in so litel a throwe, Fortune our Ioye wolde han over- throwe? |
257 | Whom shal I leve? |
257 | Why do ye so, Syn wel ye woot the tyme is faste by, That he shal come? |
257 | Why doth my dere herte thus, allas?'' |
257 | Why leet I you from hennes go, For which wel neigh out of my wit I breyde? |
257 | Why leet ich hir to go? |
257 | Why lystow in this wyse, Sin thy desyr al holly hastow had, 395 So that, by right, it oughte y- now suffyse? |
257 | Why ne hadde I swich on with my soule y- bought, Ye, or the leeste Ioye that was there? |
257 | Why ne hastow to thy- selven som resport, 850 Why woltow thus thy- selve, allas, for- do? |
257 | Why nere I deed? |
257 | Why nil I bringe al Troye upon a rore? |
257 | Why nil I helpen to myn owene cure?'' |
257 | Why nil I rather with a man or two Stele hir a- way? |
257 | Why niltow do me deye? |
257 | Why niltow lete hir fro thyn herte go? |
257 | Why niltow love an- other lady swete, That may thyn herte setten in quiete? |
257 | Why niltow over us hove, As longe as whanne Almena lay by Iove? |
257 | Why sholde than for ferd thyn herte quake? |
257 | Why so?'' |
257 | Why twinned be we tweyne?"'' |
257 | Why wiltow me fro Ioye thus depryve? |
257 | Why wol I this endure? |
257 | Why, Troilus, what thenkestow to done? |
257 | Wol he have pleynte or teres, er I wende? |
257 | Wol ye do thus, for shame?'' |
257 | Wol 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? |
257 | is this nought wysly spoken?'' |
257 | quod Troilus,` To knowe of this, ye, were it never so lyte?'' |
257 | quod he,` who causeth al this fare? |
257 | quod she,` what wordes may ye bringe? |
257 | thoughte he,` wher hastow woned, That art so fair and goodly to devyse?'' |
257 | what is this wonder maladye? |
257 | what may this be? |