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Nothing ne knew he that it was Arcite;

God wot he wold have trowed it ful lite.

But loth is said, gon sithen are many yeres,

That seld hath eyen, and the wood hath eres.

It is ful faire a man to bere him even I j *5

For al day raeten men at unset steven.

Ful litel wote Arcite of his felaw,

That was so neigh to herken of his saw,

For in the bush he sitteth now ful still.

Whan that Arcite had romed all his fill, IS 3a
And songen all the roundel lustily,
Into a studie he fell sodenly,
As don these lovers in hir queinte geres,
Now in the crop, and now down in the breres,
Now up, now doun, as boktt in a well. I j 35

Right as the Friday, sothly for to tell,
Now shineth it. and now it raineth fast;
Right so can gery Venus overcast
The hertes of hire folk, right as hire day-
Is gerfull, right so changeth shearay. Ij4»
Selde is the Friday all the weke ylike.

Whan Arcite hadde ysonge, he gan to fike,

*-. 1524. slid hath O'cn] An old monkish verfe to this effect is quoted in ms. Eo.(. James, n. 6, p. 161; " Campus habet •' lumen, et habet liemua auris acumen."

♦. i%yi.Noii'jh'nabU, tmjmnv] I have printed this line sii uiwn the credit of edit. M. which profeU'a to follow mss. tho' perhaps we might safely read with mj. A. Now ittt Ihinetli mr.v—::n may have been a dissyllable formerly as well as ant.

And set him doun withoutcn any more;
Alas! (quod he) the day that I was bore!
How longe, Juno, thurgh thy crueltee r545

Wilt thou werreien Thebes the citee?
Alas! ybrought is to confusion
The blood real of Cadme and Amphion:
Of Cadmus, which that was the firste man
That Thebes built, or firste the toun began, IS5*
And of the citee firste was crouned king,
Of his linage am I, and his ofspring
13y veray line, as of the stok real;
And now 1 am so cairif and so thral,
That he that is my mortal enemy IJ.55

I serve him as his squicr pourely.
And yet doth Juno me wel more shame,
For I dare not beknowe min owen name,
But ther as I was wont to highte Arcite,
Now highte I Philostrat not worth a mite. I j 6a
Alas ! thou fell Mars, alas! thou Juno,
Thus hath your ire our linage all fordo,
Save only me and wretched Palamon,
That Theseus martireth in prison.
And over all this, to flen me utterly, 15 65

I.ove Iiath his firy dart so brenningly
Ystiked thurgh my trewe careful hert,
That shapen was my deth erst than my shert.
Ye flen me with your even Emelie;
Ye ben tlii ca.use wheifore that 1 die. 15 70

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Of all the renicnant of min other care
Ne set I not the mountance of a tare,
So that I coud don ought to your plesance.

And with that word he sell doun in a trance
A longe time, and afterward up sterte I j 75

This Palamon, that thought thurghout his hertc
He felt a colde fwerd fodenly glide;
for ire he quoke, no lenger wolde he hide:
And whan that he had herd Arcites tale,
As he were wood, with face ded and pale, ij Eo

He sterte him up out of the bushes thikke
And sayde; False Arcite, false traitour wicke,
Now art thou hent, that loveil my lady so,
For whom that I have all this peine and wo,
And art my blood, and to my conseil sworn, 13 85
As I ful oft have told thee herebeforn, i

And hast beiaped here Duk Theseus,
And falsely changed haft thy name thus;
1 wol be ded, or elies thou shalt die:
Thou shalt not love my lady Emelie, 1 j 90

But I wol love hire only and no mo,
l'or 1 am Palamon thy mortal so.
And though that I no wepen h.-ive in this place,
But out of prison am asters by grace,
I drede nought that eyther thou shalt die IJ95

Or thou ne shalt nat loven Emelie:
Chese which thou wolt, for thou shalt not asteite.

This Arcite, tho with ful dispitous herte,
t'ohmt II. H

Whan he him knew, and had his tale herd,

As fers as a leon pu lied out a swerd, 16co

And fayde thus; By God that Ctteth above,

N'ere it that thou art sike and wood for love,

And eke that thou lio wepen hast in this place,

Thou Ihuldest never out of this grove pace,

That thou ne fhuldtst dien of min hond; 1605

lor I defie the suretee and the bond

Which that thou saist that I have made to thee.

What! veray fool, thinke wcl that love is free,

And 1 wol love hire maugre all thy might.

But for thou art a worthy gentil knight, 1C10

And wilnest to darraine hire by bataille,

Have here my trouth, to-morwe I will not faille,

Withouten weting of any other wight,

That here I wol be founden as a knight,

And bringen harneis rightynough for thee, 1615

And chefe the beste, and leve the werste for me:

And mete and drinke this night wol I bring

Ynough for thee, and clothes for thy bedding;

And if so be that thou my lady win,

And fte me in this wode, ther 1 am in, isilO

Thou maist wel have thy lady as for me.

This Pulamon anfwerd, 1 grant it thee:
And thus they ben departed til a morwe,
Whan eche of hem hath laid his faith to borwe.

O Cupide! out of alle charitee, 16*5

O regne! that wolt no felaw have with thee,

Ful foth is sayde, that love ne lordship
Wol nat his thankes have no felawfhip.
Wei finden that Arcite and Palamon.

Arcite is ridden anon unto the toun, 1630

And on the morwe, or it were day light,
Ful prively two harncis hath he dight,
Eotli su Hi Cant and mete to darreine
The bataille in the feld betwix hem twcine;
And on his hors, alone as he was borne, 1635

He carieth all this harneis him beforne;
And in the grove, at time and place ysette,
This Arcite and this Palamon ben mette.
Tho changen gan the colour in hir face,
Right as the hunter in the regne of Trace 1640

That stondeth at a gappe with a fpere,
Whan hunted is the lion or the bere,
And hereth him come rushing in the greves,
And breking bothe the boughes and the leves,
And thinketh here cometh my mortal enemy, 1645
Withouten faile he must be ded or I;
For eyther I mote slain him at the gappe,
Or he mote slen me if that me mifhappe.

■y-. 16*8. bis tbanla'} With his goodwill. See also ver. 2109, 5854, and ver. 2116, hir thantcs, with their good will. So in the Sax. Cbron. p. 243, "fume here tbjtiUs, and fume here ** unlhani.es;n aliqui libenler el aliqui ingratis.

^. 1644. And hcling] The mfi". all read brehetb. But it is more likely, I think, that the tird transcriber lhould haveimde a mistake niihat word than that Chaucer should haveoffended so unnecessarily against grammar.

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