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THE KNYGHTES TALE	A
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Iamque domos patrias Scithice post aspera gentis prelia	A
laurigero c Thebaid xii	B
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Heere bigynneth the knyghtes tale	A
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Whilom as olde stories tellen us	B
Ther was a duc that highte Theseus	B
Of Atthenes he was lord and governour	C
That gretter was ther noon under the sonne	D
Ful many a riche contree hadde he wonne	D
What with his wysdom and his chivalrie	C
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He conquered al the regne of Femenye	E
That whilom was ycleped Scithia	F
And weddede the queene Ypolita	G
And broghte hir hoom with hym in his contree	C
With muchel glorie and greet solempnytee	G
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And eek hir yonge suster Emelye	E
And thus with victorie and with melodye	E
Lete I this noble duk to Atthenes ryde	G
And al his hoost in armes hym bisyde	G
And certes if it nere to long to heere	C
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I wolde have toold yow fully the manere	C
How wonnen was the regne of Femenye	E
By Theseus and by his chivalrye	E
And of the grete bataille for the nones	B
Bitwixen Atthenes and Amazones	B
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And how asseged was Ypolita	G
The faire hardy queene of Scithia	F
And of the feste that was at hir weddynge	H
And of the tempest at hir hoom comynge	H
But al the thyng I moot as now forbere	C
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I have God woot a large feeld to ere	C
And wayke been the oxen in my plough	I
The remenant of the tale is long ynough	I
I wol nat letten eek noon of this route	G
Lat every felawe telle his tale aboute	G
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And lat se now who shal the soper wynne	D
And ther I lefte I wol ayeyn bigynne	D
This duc of whom I make mencioun	D
Whan he was come almoost unto the toun	D
In al his wele and in his mooste pride	G
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He was war as he caste his eye aside	G
Where that ther kneled in the hye weye	E
A compaignye of ladyes tweye and tweye	E
Ech after oother clad in clothes blake	J
But swich a cry and swich a wo they make	J
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That in this world nys creature lyvynge	H
That herde swich another waymentynge	H
And of this cry they nolde nevere stenten	D
Til they the reynes of his brydel henten	D
'What folk been ye that at myn hom comynge	H
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Perturben so my feste with criynge '	-
Quod Theseus 'hav ye so greet envye	E
Of myn honour that thus compleyne and crye	E
Or who hath yow mysboden or offended	G
And telleth me if it may been amended	G
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And why that ye been clothed thus in blak '	-
The eldeste lady of hem alle spak	K
Whan she hadde swowned with a deedly cheere	C
That it was routhe for to seen and heere	C
And seyde 'Lord to whom Fortune hath yeven	D
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Victorie and as a conqueror to lyven	D
Nat greveth us youre glorie and youre honour	C
But we biseken mercy and socour	C
Have mercy on oure wo and oure distresse	B
Som drope of pitee thurgh thy gentillesse	B
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Upon us wrecched wommen lat thou falle	A
For certes lord ther is noon of us alle	A
That she ne hath been a duchesse or a queene	D
Now be we caytyves as it is wel seene	D
Thanked be Fortune and hir false wheel	A
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That noon estat assureth to be weel	A
And certes lord to abyden youre presence	B
Heere in the temple of the goddesse Clemence	B
We han ben waitynge al this fourtenyght	G
Now help us lord sith it is in thy myght	G
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I wrecche which that wepe and waille thus	B
Was whilom wyf to kyng Cappaneus	B
That starf at Thebes cursed be that day	G
And alle we that been in this array	G
And maken al this lamentacioun	D
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We losten alle oure housbondes at that toun	D
Whil that the seege theraboute lay	G
And yet now the olde Creon weylaway	L
That lord is now of Thebes the Citee	G
Fulfild of ire and of iniquitee	G
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He for despit and for his tirannye	E
To do the dede bodyes vileynye	E
Of alle oure lordes whiche that been slawe	L
He hath alle the bodyes on an heep ydrawe	L
And wol nat suffren hem by noon assent	G
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Neither to been yburyed nor ybrent	G
But maketh houndes ete hem in despit '	-
And with that word withouten moore respit	G
They fillen gruf and criden pitously	G
'Have on us wrecched wommen som mercy	B
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And lat oure sorwe synken in thyn herte '	-
This gentil duk doun from his courser sterte	G
With herte pitous whan he herde hem speke	K
Hym thoughte that his herte wolde breke	K
Whan he saugh hem so pitous and so maat	G
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That whilom weren of so greet estaat	G
And in his armes he hem alle up hente	G
And hem conforteth in ful good entente	G
And swoor his ooth as he was trewe knyght	G
He solde doon so ferforthyl his myght	G
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Upon the tiraunt Creon hem to wreke	K
That all the peple of Grece sholde speke	K
How Creon was of Theseus yserved	G
As he that hadde his deeth ful wel deserved	G
And right anoon withouten moore abood	G
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His baner he desplayeth and forth rood	G
To Thebesward and al his hoost biside	G
No neer Atthenes wolde he go ne ride	G
Ne take his ese fully half a day	G
But onward on his wey that nyght he lay	G
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And sente anon Ypolita the queene	D
And Emelye hir yonge suster sheene	D
Unto the toun of Atthenes to dwelle	G
And forth he rit ther is namoore to telle	G
The rede statue of Mars with spere and targe	H
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So shyneth in his white baner large	H
That alle the feeldes gliteren up and doun	D
And by his baner gorn is his penoun	D
Of gold ful riche in which ther was ybete	G
The Mynotaur which that he slough in Crete	G
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Thus rit this duc thus rit this conquerour	G
And in his hoost of chivalrie the flour	G
Til that he cam to Thebes and alighte	G
Faire in a feeld ther as he thoughte fighte	G
But shortly for to speken of this thyng	K
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With Creon which that was of Thebes kyng	K
He faught and slough hym manly as a knyght	G
In pleyn bataille and putte the folk to flyght	G
And by assaut he wan the citee after	G
And rente adoun bothe wall and sparre and rafter	G
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And to the ladyes he sestored agayn	D
The bones of hir housbondes that weren slayn	D
To doon obsequies as was tho the gyse	B
But it were al to longe for to devyse	B
The grete clamour and the waymentynge	H
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That the ladyes made at the brennynge	H
Of the bodies and the grete honour	G
That Theseus the noble conquerour	G
Dooth to the ladyes whan they from hym wente	G
But shortly for to telle is myn entente	G
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Whan that his worthy duc this Theseus	B
Hath Creon slayn and wonne Thebes thus	B
Stille in that feeld he took al nyght his reste	G
And dide with al the contree as hym leste	G
To ransake in the taas of bodyes dede	G
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Hem for to strepe of harneys and of wede	G
The pilours diden bisynesse and cure	G
After the bataille and disconfiture	G
And so bifel that in the taas they founde	G
Thurgh girt with many a grevous blody wounde	G
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Two yonge knyghtes liggynge by and by	E
Bothe in oon armes wroght ful richely	G
Of whiche two Arcita highte that oon	D
And that oother knyght highte Palamon	D
Nat fully quyke ne fully dede they were	G
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But by here cote armures and by hir gere	G
The heraudes knewe hem best in special	G
As they that weren of the blood roial	G
Of Thebes and of sustren two yborn	D
Out of the taas the pilours han hem torn	D
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And had hem caried softe unto the tente	G
Of Theseus and he ful soone hem sente	G
To Atthenes to dwellen in prisoun	D
Perpetuelly he nolde no raunsoun	D
And whan this worthy due hath thus ydon	D
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He took his hoost and hoom he rood anon	D
With laurer crowned as a conquerour	G
And ther he lyveth in joye and in honour	G
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Terme of his lyve what nedeth wordes mo	M
And in a tour in angwissh and in wo	M
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Dwellen this Palamon and eek Arcite	G
For evermoore ther may no gold hem quite	G
This passeth yeer by yeer and day by day	G
Till it fil ones in a morwe of May	G
That Emelye that fairer was to sene	D
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Than is the lylie upon his stalke grene	D
And fressher than the May with floures newe	M
For with the rose colour stroof hir hewe	M
I noot which was the fairer of hem two	M
Er it were day as was hir wone to do	M
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She was arisen and al redy dight	M
For May wole have no slogardrie a nyght	M
The sesoun priketh every gentil herte	M
And maketh hym out of his slepe to sterte	M
And seith arys and do thyn observaunce '	-
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This maked Emelye have remembraunce	B
To doon honour to May and for to ryse	B
Yclothed was she fressh for to devyse	B
Hir yelow heer was broyde	M