Troilus And Criseyde: Book 01 Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

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The double sorwe of Troilus to tellen	A
That was the king Priamus sone of Troye	B
In lovinge how his aventures fellen	A
Fro wo to wele and after out of Ioye	B
My purpos is er that I parte fro ye	B
Thesiphone thou help me for tendyte	C
Thise woful vers that wepen as I wryte	C
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To thee clepe I thou goddesse of torment	C
Thou cruel Furie sorwing ever in peyne	A
Help me that am the sorwful instrument	C
That helpeth lovers as I can to pleyne	A
For wel sit it the sothe for to seyne	A
A woful wight to han a drery fere	D
And to a sorwful tale a sory chere	D
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For I that god of Loves servaunts serve	E
Ne dar to Love for myn unlyklinesse	F
Preyen for speed al sholde I therfor sterve	E
So fer am I fro his help in derknesse	F
But nathelees if this may doon gladnesse	F
To any lover and his cause avayle	G
Have he my thank and myn be this travayle	G
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But ye loveres that bathen in gladnesse	F
If any drope of pitee in yow be	B
Remembreth yow on passed hevinesse	F
That ye han felt and on the adversitee	C
Of othere folk and thenketh how that ye	B
Han felt that Love dorste yow displese	F
Or ye han wonne hym with to greet an ese	F
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And preyeth for hem that ben in the cas	F
Of Troilus as ye may after here	D
That love hem bringe in hevene to solas	F
And eek for me preyeth to god so dere	D
That I have might to shewe in som manere	D
Swich peyne and wo as Loves folk endure	D
In Troilus unsely aventure	D
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And biddeth eek for hem that been despeyred	C
In love that never nil recovered be	B
And eek for hem that falsly been apeyred	C
Thorugh wikked tonges be it he or she	B
Thus biddeth god for his benignitee	C
So graunte hem sone out of this world to pace	F
That been despeyred out of Loves grace	F
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And biddeth eek for hem that been at ese	F
That god hem graunte ay good perseveraunce	F
And sende hem might hir ladies so to plese	F
That it to Love be worship and plesaunce	F
For so hope I my soule best avaunce	F
To preye for hem that Loves servaunts be	B
And wryte hir wo and live in charitee	C
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And for to have of hem compassioun	A
As though I were hir owene brother dere	D
Now herkeneth with a gode entencioun	A
For now wol I gon streight to my matere	D
In whiche ye may the double sorwes here	D
Of Troilus in loving of Criseyde	C
And how that she forsook him er she deyde	C
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It is wel wist how that the Grekes stronge	H
In armes with a thousand shippes wente	C
To Troyewardes and the citee longe	H
Assegeden neigh ten yeer er they stente	C
And in diverse wyse and oon entente	C
The ravisshing to wreken of Eleyne	A
By Paris doon they wroughten al hir peyne	A
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Now fil it so that in the toun ther was	F
Dwellinge a lord of greet auctoritee	C
A gret devyn that cleped was Calkas	F
That in science so expert was that he	B
Knew wel that Troye sholde destroyed be	B
By answere of his god that highte thus	F
Daun Phebus or Apollo Delphicus	F
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So whan this Calkas knew by calculinge	H
And eek by answere of this Appollo	G
That Grekes sholden swich a peple bringe	H
Thorugh which that Troye moste been for do	C
He caste anoon out of the toun to go	I
For wel wiste he by sort that Troye sholde	C
Destroyed ben ye wolde who so nolde	C
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For which for to departen softely	G
Took purpos ful this forknowinge wyse	F
And to the Grekes ost ful prively	G
He stal anoon and they in curteys wyse	F
Hym deden bothe worship and servyse	F
In trust that he hath conning hem to rede	C
In every peril which that is to drede	C
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The noyse up roos whan it was first aspyed	C
Thorugh al the toun and generally was spoken	A
That Calkas traytor fled was and allyed	C
With hem of Grece and casten to ben wroken	A
On him that falsly hadde his feith so broken	A
And seyden he and al his kin at ones	F
Ben worthy for to brennen fel and bones	F
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Now hadde Calkas left in this meschaunce	F
Al unwist of this false and wikked dede	C
His doughter which that was in gret penaunce	F
For of hir lyf she was ful sore in drede	C
As she that niste what was best to rede	C
For bothe a widowe was she and allone	A
Of any freend to whom she dorste hir mone	A
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Criseyde was this lady name a right	C
As to my dome in al Troyes citee	C
Nas noon so fair for passing every wight	C
So aungellyk was hir natyf beautee	C
That lyk a thing immortal semed she	B
As doth an hevenish parfit creature	D
That doun were sent in scorning of nature	D
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This lady which that al day herde at ere	D
Hir fadres shame his falsnesse and tresoun	A
Wel nigh out of hir wit for sorwe and fere	D
In widewes habit large of samit broun	A
On knees she fil biforn Ector a doun	A
With pitous voys and tendrely wepinge	H
His mercy bad hir selven excusinge	H
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Now was this Ector pitous of nature	D
And saw that she was sorwfully bigoon	A
And that she was so fair a creature	D
Of his goodnesse he gladed hir anoon	A
And seyde 'Lat your fadres treson goon	A
Forth with mischaunce and ye your self in Ioye	B
Dwelleth with us whyl you good list in Troye	B
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'And al thonour that men may doon yow have	E
As ferforth as your fader dwelled here	D
Ye shul han and your body shal men save	E
As fer as I may ought enquere or here '	-
And she him thonked with ful humble chere	D
And ofter wolde and it hadde ben his wille	G
And took hir leve and hoom and held hir stille	G
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And in hir hous she abood with swich meynee	A
As to hir honour nede was to holde	C
And whyl she was dwellinge in that citee	C
Kepte hir estat and bothe of yonge and olde	C
Ful wel beloved and wel men of hir tolde	C
But whether that she children hadde or noon	A
I rede it naught therfore I late it goon	A
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The thinges fellen as they doon of werre	D
Bitwixen hem of Troye and Grekes ofte	C
For som day boughten they of Troye it derre	D
And eft the Grekes founden no thing softe	C
The folk of Troye and thus fortune on lofte	C
And under eft gan hem to wheelen bothe	J
After hir cours ay whyl they were wrothe	J
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But how this toun com to destruccioun	A
Ne falleth nought to purpos me to telle	G
For it were a long digressioun	A
Fro my matere and yow to longe dwelle	G
But the Troyane gestes as they felle	G
In Omer or in Dares or in Dyte	C
Who so that can may rede hem as they wryte	C
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But though that Grekes hem of Troye shetten	A
And hir citee bisegede al a boute	C
Hir olde usage wolde they not letten	A
As for to honoure hir goddes ful devoute	C
But aldermost in honour out of doute	C
They hadde a relik hight Palladion	A
That was hir trist a boven everichon	A
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And so bifel whan comen was the tyme	K
Of Aperil whan clothed is the mede	C
With newe grene of lusty Ver the pryme	K
And swote smellen floures whyte and rede	C
In sondry wyses shewed as I rede	C
The folk of Troye hir observaunces olde	C
Palladiones feste for to holde	C
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And to the temple in al hir beste wyse	F
In general ther wente many a wight	C
To herknen of Palladion servyse	F
And namely so many a lusty knight	C
So many a lady fresh and mayden bright	C
Ful wel arayed bothe moste and leste	C
Ye bothe for the seson and the feste	C
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Among thise othere folk was Criseyda	C
In widewes habite blak but nathelees	F
Right as our firste lettre is now an A	L
In beautee first so stood she makelees	F
Hir godly looking gladede al the prees	F
Nas never seyn thing to ben preysed derre	D
Nor under cloude blak so bright a sterre	D
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As was Criseyde as folk seyde everichoon	A
That hir behelden in hir blake wede	C
And yet she stood ful lowe and stille alloon	A
Bihinden othere folk in litel brede	C
And neigh the dore ay under shames drede	C
Simple of a tyr and debonaire of chere	D
With ful assured loking and manere	D
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This Troilus as he was wont to gyde	C
His yonge knightes ladde hem up and doun	A
In thilke large temple on every syde	C
Biholding ay the ladyes of the toun	A
Now here now there for no devocioun	A
Hadde he to noon to reven him his reste	C
But gan to preyse and lakken whom him leste	C
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And in his walk ful fast he gan to wayten	A
If knight or squyer of his companye	B
Gan for to syke or lete his eyen bayten	A
On any woman that he coude aspye	B
He wolde smyle and holden it folye	B
And seye him thus 'god wot she slepeth softe	C
For love of thee whan thou tornest ful ofte	C
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'I have herd told pardieux of your livinge	H
Ye lovers and your lewede observaunces	F
And which a labour folk han in winninge	H
Of love and in the keping which doutaunces	F
And whan your preye is lost wo and penaunces	F
O verrey foles nyce and blinde be ye	B
Ther nis not oon can war by other be '	-
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And with that word he gan cast up the browe	I
Ascaunces 'Lo is this nought wysly spoken '	-
At which the god of love gan loken rowe	I
Right for despyt and shoop for to ben wroken	A
He kidde anoon his bowe nas not broken	A
For sodeynly he hit him at the fulle	G
And yet as proud a pekok can he pulle	G
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O blinde world O blinde entencioun	A
How ofte falleth al theffect contraire	D
Of surquidrye and foul presumpcioun	A
For caught is proud and caught is debonaire	D
This Troilus is clomben on the staire	D
And litel weneth that he moot descenden	A
But al day falleth thing that foles ne wenden	A
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As proude Bayard ginneth for to skippe	M
Out of the wey so priketh him his corn	A
Til he a lash have of the longe whippe	M
Than thenketh he 'Though I praunce al biforn	A
First in the trays ful fat and newe shorn	A
Yet am I but an hors and horses lawe	I
I moot endure and with my feres drawe '	-
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So ferde it by this fers and proude knight	C
Though he a worthy kinges sone were	D
And wende nothing hadde had swiche might	C
Ayens his wil that sholde his herte stere	D
Yet with a look his herte wex a fere	D
That he that now was most in pryde above	E
Wex sodeynly most subget un to love	E
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For thy ensample taketh of this man	A
Ye wyse proude and worthy folkes alle	G
To scornen Love which that so sone can	A
The freedom of your hertes to him thralle	G
For ever it was and ever it shal bifalle	G
That Love is he that alle thing may binde	C
For may no man for do the lawe of kinde	C
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That this be sooth hath preved and doth yet	C
For this trowe I ye knowen alle or some	K
Men reden not that folk han gretter wit	C
Than they that han be most with love y nome	K
And strengest folk ben therwith overcome	K
The worthiest and grettest of degree	D
This was and is and yet men shal it see	D
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And trewelich it sit wel to be so	I
For alderwysest han ther with ben plesed	C
And they that han ben aldermost in wo	I
With love han ben conforted most and esed	C
And ofte it hath the cruel herte apesed	C
And worthy folk maad worthier of name	K
And causeth most to dreden vyce and shame	K
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Now sith it may not goodly be withstonde	C
And is a thing so vertuous in kinde	C
Refuseth not to Love for to be bonde	C
Sin as him selven list he may yow binde	C
The yerde is bet that bowen wole and winde	C
Than that that brest and therfor I yow rede	C
To folwen him that so wel can yow lede	C
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But for to tellen forth in special	G
As of this kinges sone of which I tolde	C
And leten other thing collateral	G
Of him thenke I my tale for to holde	C
Both of his Ioye and of his cares colde	C
And al his werk as touching this matere	D
For I it gan I wol ther to refere	D
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With inne the temple he wente him forth pleyinge	H
This Troilus of every wight aboute	C
On this lady and now on that lokinge	H
Wher so she were of toune or of with oute	C
And up on cas bifel that thorugh a route	C
His eye perced and so depe it wente	C
Til on Criseyde it smoot and ther it stente	C
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And sodeynly he wax ther with astoned	C
And gan hire bet biholde in thrifty wyse	F
'O mercy god ' thoughte he 'wher hastow woned	C
That art so fair and goodly to devyse '	-
Ther with his herte gan to sprede and ryse	F
And softe sighed lest men mighte him here	D
And caughte a yein his firste pleyinge chere	D
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She nas nat with the leste of hir stature	D
But alle hir limes so wel answeringe	H
Weren to womanhode that creature	D
Was neuer lasse mannish in seminge	H
And eek the pure wyse of here meninge	H
Shewede wel that men might in hir gesse	F
Honour estat and wommanly noblesse	F
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To Troilus right wonder wel with alle	G
Gan for to lyke hir meninge and hir chere	D
Which somdel deynous was for she leet falle	G
Hir look a lite a side in swich manere	D
Ascaunces 'What May I not stonden here '	-
And after that hir loking gan she lighte	C
That never thoughte him seen so good a sighte	C
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And of hir look in him ther gan to quiken	A
So greet desir and swich affeccioun	A
That in his herte botme gan to stiken	A
Of hir his fixe and depe impressioun	A
And though he erst hadde poured up and doun	A
He was tho glad his hornes in to shrinke	I
Unnethes wiste he how to loke or winke	I
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Lo he that leet him selven so konninge	H
And scorned hem that loves peynes dryen	A
Was ful unwar that love hadde his dwellinge	H
With inne the subtile stremes of hir yen	A
That sodeynly him thoughte he felte dyen	A
Right with hir look the spirit in his herte	C
Blissed be love that thus can folk converte	C
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She this in blak likinge to Troylus	F
Over alle thyng he stood for to biholde	C
Ne his desir ne wherfor he stood thus	F
He neither chere made ne worde tolde	C
But from a fer his maner for to holde	C
On other thing his look som tyme he caste	C
And eft on hir whyl that servyse laste	C
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And after this not fulliche al awhaped	C
Out of the temple al esiliche he wente	C
Repentinge him that he hadde ever y iaped	C
Of loves folk lest fully the descente	C
Of scorn fille on him self but what he mente	C
Lest it were wist on any maner syde	C
His wo he gan dissimulen and hyde	C
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Whan he was fro the temple thus departed	C
He streyght anoon un to his paleys torneth	J
Right with hir look thurgh shoten and thurgh darted	C
Al feyneth he in lust that he soiorneth	J
And al his chere and speche also he borneth	J
And ay of loves servants every whyle	G
Him self to wrye at hem he gan to smyle	G
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And seyde 'Lord so ye live al in lest	C
Ye loveres For the conningest of yow	B
That serveth most ententiflich and best	C
Him tit as often harm ther of as prow	B
Your hyre is quit ayein ye god wot how	B
Nought wel for wel but scorn for good servyse	F
In feith your ordre is ruled in good wyse	F
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'In noun certeyn ben alle your observaunces	F
But it a sely fewe poyntes be	D
Ne no thing asketh so grete attendaunces	F
As doth youre lay and that knowe alle ye	D
But that is not the worste as mote I thee	D
But tolde I yow the worste poynt I leve	E
Al seyde I sooth ye wolden at me greve	E
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'But tak this that ye loveres ofte eschuwe	I
Or elles doon of good entencioun	A
Ful ofte thy lady wole it misconstrue	D
And deme it harm in hir opinioun	A
And yet if she for other enchesoun	A
Be wrooth than shalt thou han a groyn anoon	A
Lord wel is him that may be of yow oon '	-
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But for al this whan that he say his tyme	K
He held his pees non other bote him gayned	C
For love bigan his fetheres so to lyme	K
That wel unnethe un to his folk he fayned	C
That othere besye nedes him destrayned	C
For wo was him that what to doon he niste	C
But bad his folk to goon wher that hem liste	C
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And whan that he in chaumbre was allone	A
He doun up on his beddes feet him sette	C
And first be gan to syke and eft to grone	A
And thoughte ay on hir so with outen lette	C
That as he sat and wook his spirit mette	C
That he hir saw a temple and al the wyse	F
Right of hir loke and gan it newe avyse	F
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Thus gan he make a mirour of his minde	C
In which he saugh al hoolly hir figure	D
And that he wel coude in his herte finde	C
It was to him a right good aventure	D
To love swich oon and if he dide his cure	D
To serven hir yet mighte he falle in grace	F
Or elles for oon of hir servaunts pace	F
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Imagininge that travaille nor grame	K
Ne mighte for so goodly oon be lorn	A
As she ne him for his desir ne shame	K
Al were it wist but in prys and up born	A
Of alle lovers wel more than biforn	A
Thus argumented he in his ginninge	H
Ful unavysed of his wo cominge	H
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Thus took he purpos loves craft to suwe	I
And thoughte he wolde werken prively	G
First to hyden his desir in muwe	I
From every wight y born al outrely	G
But he mighte ought recovered be therby	D
Remembring him that love to wyde y blowe	I
Yelt bittre fruyt though swete seed be sowe	I
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And over al this yet muchel more he thoughte	C
What for to speke and what to holden inne	A
And what to arten hir to love he soughte	C
And on a song anoon right to biginne	A
And gan loude on his sorwe for to winne	A
For with good hope he gan fully assente	C
Criseyde for to love and nought repente	C
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And of his song nought only the sentence	F
As writ myn autour called Lollius	F
But pleynly save our tonges difference	F
I dar wel sayn in al that Troilus	F
Seyde in his song lo every word right thus	F
As I shal seyn and who so list it here	D
Lo next this vers he may it finden here	D
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Cantus Troili	G
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'If no love is O god what fele I so	F
And if love is what thing and whiche is he	D
If love be good from whennes comth my wo	F
If it be wikke a wonder thinketh me	D
Whenne every torment and adversitee	C
That cometh of him may to me savory thinke	I
For ay thurst I the more that I it drinke	I
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'And if that at myn owene lust I brenne	A
Fro whennes cometh my wailing and my pleynte	C
If harme agree me wher to pleyne I thenne	A
I noot ne why unwery that I feynte	C
O quike deeth O swete harm so queynte	C
How may of thee in me swich quantitee	C
But if that I consente that it be	D
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'And if that I consente I wrongfully	D
Compleyne y wis thus possed to and fro	F
Al sterelees with inne a boot am I	N
A mid the see by twixen windes two	I
That in contrarie stonden ever mo	F
Allas what is this wonder maladye	D
For hete of cold for cold of hete I deye '	-
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And to the god of love thus seyde he	D
With pitous voys 'O lord now youres is	F
My spirit which that oughte youres be	D
Yow thanke I lord that han me brought to this	F
But whether goddesse or womman y wis	F
She be I noot which that ye do me serve	E
But as hir man I wole ay live and sterve	E
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'Ye stonden in hire eyen mightily	D
As in a place un to youre vertu digne	A
Wherfore lord if my servyse or I	N
May lyke yow so beth to me benigne	A
For myn estat royal here I resigne	A
In to hir hond and with ful humble chere	F
Bicome hir man as to my lady dere '	-
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In him ne deyned sparen blood royal	G
The fyr of love wher fro god me blesse	F
Ne him forbar in no degree for al	G
His vertu or his excellent prowesse	F
But held him as his thral lowe in distresse	F
And brende him so in sondry wyse ay newe	I
That sixty tyme a day he loste his hewe	I
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So muche day by day his owene thought	C
For lust to hir gan quiken and encrese	F
That every other charge he sette at nought	C
For thy ful ofte his hote fyr to cese	F
To seen hir goodly look he gan to prese	F
For ther by to ben esed wel he wende	C
And ay the ner he was the more he brende	C
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For ay the ner the fyr the hotter is	F
This trowe I knoweth al this companye	D
But were he fer or neer I dar seye this	F
By night or day for wisdom or folye	D
His herte which that is his brestes ye	D
Was ay on hir that fairer was to sene	A
Than ever were Eleyne or Polixene	A
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Eek of the day ther passed nought an houre	F
That to him self a thousand tyme he seyde	C
'Good goodly to whom serve I and laboure	F
As I best can now wolde god Criseyde	C
Ye wolden on me rewe er that I deyde	C
My dere herte allas myn hele and hewe	I
And lyf is lost but ye wole on me rewe '	-
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Alle othere dredes weren from him fledde	C
Both of the assege and his savacioun	A
Ne in him desyr noon othere fownes bredde	C
But argumentes to his conclusioun	A
That she on him wolde han compassioun	A
And he to be hir man whyl he may dure	F
Lo here his lyf and from the deeth his cure	F
The sharpe shoures felle of armes preve	E
That Ector or his othere bretheren diden	A
Ne made him only ther fore ones meve	E
And yet was he wher so men wente or riden	A
Founde oon the beste and lengest tyme abiden	A
Ther peril was and dide eek such travayle	G
In armes that to thenke it was mervayle	G
	-
But for non hate he to the Grekes hadde	C
Ne also for the rescous of the toun	A
Ne made him thus in armes for to madde	C
But only lo for this conclusioun	A
To lyken hir the bet for his renoun	A
Fro day to day in armes so he spedde	C
That alle the Grekes as the deeth him dredde	C
	-
And fro this forth tho refte him love his sleep	M
And made his mete his foo and eek his sorwe	I
Gan multiplye that who so toke keep	M
It shewed in his hewe bothe eve and morwe	I
Therfor a title he gan him for to borwe	I
Of other syknesse lest of him men wende	C
That the hote fyr of love him brende	C
	-
And seyde he hadde a fever and ferde amis	F
But how it was certayn can I not seye	D
If that his lady understood not this	F
Or feyned hir she niste oon of the tweye	D
But wel I rede that by no maner weye	D
Ne semed it as that she of him roughte	C
Nor of his peyne or what so ever he thoughte	C
	-
But than fel to this Troylus such wo	I
That he was wel neigh wood for ay his drede	C
Was this that she som wight had loved so	I
That never of him she wolde have taken hede	C
For whiche him thoughte he felte his herte blede	C
Ne of his wo ne dorste he not biginne	A
To tellen it for al this world to winne	A
	-
But whanne he hadde a space fro his care	F
Thus to him self ful ofte he gan to pleyne	A
He sayde 'O fool now art thou in the snare	F
That whilom Iapedest at loves peyne	A
Now artow hent now gnaw thyn owene cheyne	A
Thou were ay wont eche lovere reprehende	C
Of thing fro which thou canst thee nat defende	C
	-
'What wol now every lover seyn of thee	D
If this be wist but ever in thyn absence	F
Laughen in scorn and seyn 'Lo ther gooth he	D
That is the man of so gret sapience	F
That held us lovers leest in reverence	F
Now thonked be god he may goon in the daunce	F
Of hem that Love list febly for to avaunce '	-
'But O thou woful Troilus god wolde	C
Sin thou most loven thurgh thi destinee	A
That thow beset were on swich oon that sholde	C
Knowe al thy wo al lakkede hir pitee	C
But al so cold in love towardes thee	D
Thy lady is as frost in winter mone	A
And thou fordoon as snow in fyr is sone '	-
	-
'God wolde I were aryved in the port	C
Of deth to which my sorwe wil me lede	C
A lord to me it were a gret comfort	C
Than were I quit of languisshing in drede	C
For by myn hidde sorwe y blowe on brede	C
I shal bi Iaped been a thousand tyme	F
More than that fool of whos folye men ryme	F
	-
'But now help god and ye swete for whom	F
I pleyne y caught ye never wight so faste	C
O mercy dere herte and help me from	F
The deeth for I whyl that my lyf may laste	C
More than my self wol love yow to my laste	C
And with som freendly look gladeth me swete	C
Though never more thing ye me bi hete '	-
	-
This wordes and ful manye an other to	C
He spak and called ever in his compleynte	C
Hir name for to tellen hir his wo	I
Til neigh that he in salte teres dreynte	C
Al was for nought she herde nought his pleynte	C
And whan that he bithoughte on that folye	D
A thousand fold his wo gan multiplye	D
	-
Bi wayling in his chambre thus allone	A
A freend of his that called was Pandare	F
Com ones in unwar and herde him grone	A
And say his freend in swich distresse and care	F
'Allas ' quod he 'who causeth al this fare	F
O mercy god What unhap may this mene	A
Han now thus sone Grekes maad yow lene	A
	-
'Or hastow som remors of conscience	F
And art now falle in som devocioun	A
And waylest for thy sinne and thyn offence	F
And hast for ferde caught attricioun	A
God save hem that bi seged han our toun	A
And so can leye our Iolyte on presse	F
And bring our lusty folk to holinesse '	-
	-
These wordes seyde he for the nones alle	G
That with swich thing he mighte him angry maken	A
And with an angre don his sorwe falle	G
As for the tyme and his corage awaken	A
But wel he wist as fer as tonges spaken	A
Ther nas a man of gretter hardinesse	F
Than he ne more desired worthinesse	F
'What cas ' quod Troilus 'or what aventure	F
Hath gyded thee to see my languisshinge	H
That am refus of euery creature	F
But for the love of god at my preyinge	H
Go henne a way for certes my deyinge	H
Wol thee disese and I mot nedes deye	D
Ther for go wey ther is no more to seye	D
	-
'But if thou wene I be thus sik for drede	C
It is not so and ther for scorne nought	C
Ther is a nother thing I take of hede	C
Wel more than ought the Grekes han y wrought	C
Which cause is of my deeth for sorwe and thought	C
But though that I now telle thee it ne leste	C
Be thou nought wrooth I hyde it for the beste '	-
	-
This Pandare that neigh malt for wo and routhe	D
Ful often seyde 'Allas what may this be	D
Now freend ' quod he 'if ever love or trouthe	D
Hath been or is bi twixen thee and me	D
Ne do thou never swiche a crueltee	C
To hyde fro thy freend so greet a care	F
Wostow nought wel that it am I Pandare	F
	-
'I wole parten with thee al thy peyne	A
If it be so I do thee no comfort	C
As it is freendes right sooth for to seyne	A
To entreparten wo as glad desport	C
I have and shal for trewe or fals report	C
In wrong and right y loved thee al my lyve	E
Hyd not thy wo fro me but telle it blyve '	-
	-
Than gan this sorwful Troilus to syke	I
And seyde him thus God leve it be my beste	C
To telle it thee for sith it may thee lyke	I
Yet wole I telle it though myn herte breste	C
And wel wot I thou mayst do me no reste	C
But lest thow deme I truste not to thee	D
Now herkne freend for thus it stant with me	D
	-
'Love a yeins the which who so defendeth	D
Him selven most him alder lest avayleth	D
With disespeir so sorwfully me offendeth	D
That streyght un to the deeth myn herte sayleth	D
Ther to desyr so brenningly me assaylleth	D
That to ben slayn it were a gretter Ioye	D
To me than king of Grece been and Troye	D
	-
'Suffiseth this my fulle freend Pandare	F
That I have seyd for now wostow my wo	I
And for the love of god my colde care	F
So hyd it wel I telle it never to mo	I
For harmes mighte folwen mo than two	C
If it were wist but be thou in gladnesse	F
And lat me sterve unknowe of my distresse '	-
'How hastow thus unkindely and longe	H
Hid this fro me thou fool ' quod Pandarus	F
'Paraunter thou might after swich oon longe	H
That myn avys anoon may helpen us '	-
'This were a wonder thing ' quod Troylus	F
'Thou coudest never in love thy selven wisse	F
How devel maystow bringen me to blisse '	-
	-
'Ye Troilus now herke ' quod Pandare	F
'Though I be nyce it happeth ofte so	F
That oon that exces doth ful yvele fare	F
By good counseyl can kepe his freend ther fro	F
I have my self eek seyn a blind man go	F
Ther as he fel that coude loke wyde	C
A fool may eek a wys man ofte gyde	C
	-
'A whetston is no kerving instrument	C
And yet it maketh sharpe kerving tolis	F
And ther thou woost that I have ought miswent	C
Eschewe thou that for swich thing to thee scole is	F
Thus ofte wyse men ben war by folis	F
If thou do so thy wit is wel biwared	C
By his contrarie is every thing declared	C
	-
'For how might ever sweetnesse have be knowe	C
To him that never tasted bitternesse	F
Ne no man may be inly glad I trowe	C
That never was in sorwe or som distresse	F
Eek whyt by blak by shame eek worthinesse	F
Ech set by other more for other semeth	D
As men may see and so the wyse it demeth	D
	-
'Sith thus of two contraries is a lore	F
I that have in love so ofte assayed	C
Grevaunces oughte conne and wel the more	F
Counsayllen thee of that thou art amayed	C
Eek thee ne oughte nat ben yvel apayed	C
Though I desyre with thee for to bere	F
Thyn hevy charge it shal the lasse dere	F
	-
'I woot wel that it fareth thus by me	D
As to thy brother Parys an herdesse	F
Which that y cleped was Oenone	A
Wrot in a compleynte of hir hevinesse	F
Ye say the lettre that she wroot y gesse '	-
'Nay never yet y wis ' quod Troilus	F
'Now ' quod Pandare 'herkneth it was thus	F
	-
Phebus that first fond art of medicyne '	-
Quod she 'and coude in every wightes care	F
Remede and reed by herbes he knew fyne	A
Yet to him self his conning was ful bare	F
For love hadde him so bounden in a snare	F
Al for the doughter of the kinge Admete	C
That al his craft ne coude his sorwe bete	C
	-
'Right so fare I unhappily for me	D
I love oon best and that me smerteth sore	F
And yet paraunter can I rede thee	D
And not my self repreve me no more	F
I have no cause I woot wel for to sore	F
As doth an hauk that listeth for to pleye	D
But to thyn help yet somwhat can I seye	D
	-
'And of o thing right siker maystow be	D
That certayn for to deyen in the peyne	A
That I shal never mo discoveren thee	D
Ne by my trouthe I kepe nat restreyne	A
Thee fro thy love thogh that it were Eleyne	A
That is thy brotheres wif if ich it wiste	C
Be what she be and love hir as thee liste	C
	-
'Therfore as freend fullich in me assure	F
And tel me plat what is thyn enchesoun	A
And final cause of wo that ye endure	F
For douteth no thing myn entencioun	A
Nis nought to yow of reprehencioun	A
To speke as now for no wight may bireve	E
A man to love til that him list to leve	E
	-
'And witeth wel that bothe two ben vyces	F
Mistrusten alle or elles alle leve	E
But wel I woot the mene of it no vyce is	F
For to trusten sum wight is a preve	E
Of trouthe and for thy wolde I fayn remeve	E
Thy wrong conseyte and do thee som wight triste	C
Thy wo to telle and tel me if thee liste	C
	-
'The wyse seyth Wo him that is allone	A
For and he falle he hath noon help to ryse	F
And sith thou hast a felawe tel thy mone	A
For this nis not certeyn the nexte wyse	F
To winnen love as techen us the wyse	F
To walwe and wepe as Niobe the quene	A
Whos teres yet in marbel been y sene	A
	-
'Lat be thy weping and thi drerinesse	F
And lat us lissen wo with other speche	B
So may thy woful tyme seme lesse	F
Delyte not in wo thy wo to seche	B
As doon thise foles that hir sorwes eche	B
With sorwe whan they han misaventure	F
And listen nought to seche hem other cure	F
	-
'Men seyn To wrecche is consolacioun	A
To have an other felawe in his peyne	A
That oughte wel ben our opinioun	A
For bothe thou and I of love we pleyne	A
So ful of sorwe am I soth for to seyne	A
That certeynly no more harde grace	F
May sitte on me for why ther is no space	F
'If god wole thou art not agast of me	D
Lest I wolde of thy lady thee bigyle	G
Thow wost thy self whom that I love pardee	D
As I best can gon sithen longe whyle	G
And sith thou wost I do it for no wyle	G
And sith I am he that thou tristest most	C
Tel me sumwhat sin al my wo thou wost '	-
	-
Yet Troilus for al this no word seyde	C
But longe he ley as stille as he ded were	F
And after this with sykinge he abreyde	C
And to Pandarus voys he lente his ere	F
And up his eyen caste he that in fere	F
Was Pandarus lest that in frenesye	D
He sholde falle or elles sone dye	D
	-
And cryde 'A wake' ful wonderly and sharpe	M
'What Slombrestow as in a lytargye	D
Or artow lyk an asse to the harpe	M
That hereth soun whan men the strenges plye	D
But in his minde of that no melodye	D
May sinken him to glade for that he	D
So dul is of his bestialitee '	-
	-
And with that Pandare of his wordes stente	C
And Troilus yet him no word answerde	C
For why to telle nas not his entente	C
To never no man for whom that he so ferde	C
For it is seyd 'Man maketh ofte a yerde	C
With which the maker is him self y beten	A
In sondry maner ' as thise wyse treten	A
	-
And namely in his counseyl tellinge	H
That toucheth love that oughte be secree	F
For of him self it wolde y nough out springe	H
But if that it the bet governed be	D
Eek som tyme it is craft to seme flee	D
Fro thing which in effect men hunte faste	C
Al this gan Troilus in his herte caste	C
	-
But nathelees whan he had herd him crye	D
'Awake ' he gan to syke wonder sore	F
And seyde 'Freend though that I stille lye	D
I am not deef now pees and cry no more	F
For I have herd thy wordes and thy lore	F
But suffre me my mischef to biwayle	D
For thy proverbes may me nought avayle	D
	-
'Nor other cure canstow noon for me	D
Eek I nil not be cured I wol deye	D
What knowe I of the quene Niobe	D
Lat be thyne olde ensaumples I thee preye '	-
'No ' quod tho Pandarus 'therfore I seye	D
Swich is delyt of foles to biwepe	M
Hir wo but seken bote they ne kepe	M
'Now knowe I that ther reson in the fayleth	D
But tel me if I wiste what she were	F
For whom that thee al this misaunter ayleth	D
Dorstestow that I tolde hir in hir ere	F
Thy wo sith thou darst not thy self for fere	F
And hir bisoughte on thee to han som routhe '	-
'Why nay ' quod he 'by god and by my trouthe '	-
	-
'What Not as bisily ' quod Pandarus	F
'As though myn owene lyf lay on this nede '	-
'No certes brother ' quod this Troilus	F
'And why ' 'For that thou sholdest never spede '	-
'Wostow that wel ' 'Ye that is out of drede '	-
Quod Troilus 'for al that ever ye conne	A
She nil to noon swich wrecche as I be wonne '	-
	-
Quod Pandarus 'Allas What may this be	D
That thou dispeyred art thus causelees	F
What Liveth not thy lady Benedicite	C
How wostow so that thou art gracelees	F
Swich yvel is nat alwey botelees	F
Why put not impossible thus thy cure	F
Sin thing to come is ofte in aventure	F
	-
'I graunte wel that thou endurest wo	C
As sharp as doth he Ticius in helle	D
Whos stomak foules tyren ever mo	C
That highte volturis as bokes telle	D
But I may not endure that thou dwelle	D
In so unskilful an opinioun	A
That of thy wo is no curacioun	A
	-
'But ones niltow for thy coward herte	C
And for thyn ire and folish wilfulnesse	F
For wantrust tellen of thy sorwes smerte	C
Ne to thyn owene help do bisinesse	F
As muche as speke a resoun more or lesse	F
But lyest as he that list of no thing recche	B
What womman coude love swich a wrecche	B
	-
'What may she demen other of thy deeth	D
If thou thus deye and she not why it is	F
But that for fere is yolden up thy breeth	D
For Grekes han biseged us y wis	F
Lord which a thank than shaltow han of this	F
Thus wol she seyn and al the toun at ones	F
The wrecche is deed the devel have his bones	F
	-
'Thou mayst allone here wepe and crye and knele	D
But love a woman that she woot it nought	C
And she wol quyte that thou shalt not fele	D
Unknowe unkist and lost that is un sought	C
What Many a man hath love ful dere y bought	C
Twenty winter that his lady wiste	C
That never yet his lady mouth he kiste	C
'What Shulde be therfor fallen in despeyr	F
Or be recreaunt for his owene tene	A
Or sleen him self al be his lady fayr	F
Nay nay but ever in oon be fresh and grene	A
To serve and love his dere hertes quene	A
And thenke it is a guerdoun hir to serve	E
A thousand fold more than he can deserve '	-
	-
Of that word took hede Troilus	F
And thoughte anoon what folye he was inne	A
And how that sooth him seyde Pandarus	F
That for to sleen him self mighte he not winne	A
But bothe doon unmanhod and a sinne	A
And of his deeth his lady nought to wyte	C
For of his wo god woot she knew ful lyte	C
	-
And with that thought he gan ful sore syke	F
And seyde 'Allas What is me best to do '	-
To whom Pandare answered 'If thee lyke	F
The best is that thou telle me thy wo	C
And have my trouthe but thou it finde so	C
I be thy bote or that it be ful longe	H
To peces do me drawe and sithen honge '	-
	-
'Ye so thou seyst ' quod Troilus tho 'allas	C
But god wot it is not the rather so	C
Ful hard were it to helpen in this cas	C
For wel finde I that Fortune is my fo	E
Ne alle the men that ryden conne or go	C
May of hir cruel wheel the harm withstonde	C
For as hir list she pleyeth with free and bonde '	-
	-
Quod Pandarus 'Than blamestow Fortune	A
For thou art wrooth ye now at erst I see	C
Wostow nat wel that Fortune is commune	A
To every maner wight in som degree	C
And yet thou hast this comfort lo pardee	C
That as hir Ioyes moten over goon	A
So mote hir sorwes passen everichoon	A
	-
'For if hir wheel stinte any thing to torne	A
Than cessed she Fortune anoon to be	C
Now sith hir wheel by no wey may soiorne	A
What wostow if hir mutabilitee	C
Right as thy selven list wol doon by thee	C
Or that she be not fer fro thyn helpinge	H
Paraunter thou hast cause for to singe	H
	-
'And therfor wostow what I thee beseche	B
Lat be thy wo and turning to the grounde	C
For who so list have helping of his leche	B
To him bihoveth first unwrye his wounde	C
To Cerberus in helle ay be I bounde	C
Were it for my suster al thy sorwe	C
By my wil she sholde al be thyn to morwe	C
'Loke up I seye and tel me what she is	C
Anoon that I may goon aboute thy nede	C
Knowe ich hir ought For my love tel me this	C
Than wolde I hopen rather for to spede '	-
Tho gan the veyne of Troilus to blede	C
For he was hit and wex al reed for shame	F
'A ha ' quod Pandare 'Here biginneth game '	-
And with that word he gan him for to shake	F
And seyde 'Theef thou shalt hir name telle '	-
But tho gan sely Troilus for to quake	F
As though men sholde han led him in to helle	D
And seyde 'Allas Of al my wo the welle	D
Than is my swete fo called Criseyde '	-
And wel nigh with the word for fere he deyde	C
	-
And whan that Pandare herde hir name nevene	A
Lord he was glad and seyde 'Freend so dere	C
Now fare a right for Ioves name in hevene	A
Love hath biset the wel be of good chere	C
For of good name and wysdom and manere	C
She hath y nough and eek of gentilesse	C
If she be fayr thou wost thy self I gesse	C
	-
'Ne I never saw a more bountevous	C
Of hir estat ne a gladder ne of speche	B
A freendlier ne a more gracious	C
For to do wel ne lasse hadde nede to seche	B
What for to doon and al this bet to eche	B
In honour to as fer as she may strecche	B
A kinges herte semeth by hirs a wrecche	B
	-
'And for thy loke of good comfort thou be	C
For certeinly the firste poynt is this	C
Of noble corage and wel ordeyne	A
A man to have pees with him self y wis	C
So oughtest thou for nought but good it is	C
To loven wel and in a worthy place	C
Thee oghte not to clepe it hap but grace	C
	-
'And also thenk and ther with glade thee	C
That sith thy lady vertuous is al	D
So folweth it that ther is som pitee	C
Amonges alle thise othere in general	D
And for thy see that thou in special	D
Requere nought that is ayein hir name	F
For vertue streccheth not him self to shame	F
	-
'But wel is me that ever that I was born	A
That thou biset art in so good a place	C
For by my trouthe in love I dorste have sworn	A
Thee sholde never han tid thus fayr a grace	C
And wostow why For thou were wont to chace	C
At Love in scorn and for despyt him calle	D
Seynt Idiot lord of thise foles alle	D
	-
'How often hastow maad thy nyce Iapes	C
And seyd that loves servants everichone	A
Of nycetee been verray goddes apes	C
And some wolde monche hir mete alone	A
Ligging a bedde and make hem for to grone	A
And som thou seydest hadde a blaunche fevere	C
And preydest god he sholde never kevere	C
'And som of hem tok on hem for the colde	C
More than y nough so seydestow ful ofte	C
And som han feyned ofte tyme and tolde	C
How that they wake whan they slepen softe	C
And thus they wolde han brought hem self a lofte	C
And nathelees were under at the laste	C
Thus seydestow and Iapedest ful faste	C
	-
'Yet seydestow that for the more part	C
These loveres wolden speke in general	D
And thoughten that it was a siker art	C
For fayling for to assayen over al	D
Now may I iape of thee if that I shal	D
But nathelees though that I sholde deye	D
That thou art noon of tho that dorste I seye	D
	-
'Now beet thy brest and sey to god of love	E
Thy grace lord For now I me repente	C
If I mis spak for now my self I love	E
Thus sey with al thyn herte in good entente '	-
Quod Troilus 'A Lord I me consente	C
And prey to thee my Iapes thou foryive	E
And I shal never more whyl I live '	-
	-
'Thou seyst wel ' quod Pandare 'and now I hope	M
That thou the goddes wraththe hast al apesed	C
And sithen thou hast wepen many a drope	M
And seyd swich thing wher with thy god is plesed	C
Now wolde never god but thou were esed	C
And think wel she of whom rist al thy wo	C
Here after may thy comfort been al so	C
	-
'For thilke ground that bereth the wedes wikke	F
Bereth eek thise holsom herbes as ful ofte	C
Next the foule netle rough and thikke	F
The rose waxeth swote and smothe and softe	C
And next the valey is the hil a lofte	C
And next the derke night the glade morwe	C
And also Ioye is next the fyn of sorwe	C
	-
'Now loke that atempre be thy brydel	D
And for the beste ay suffre to the tyde	C
Or elles al our labour is on ydel	D
He hasteth wel that wysly can abyde	C
Be diligent and trewe and ay wel hyde	C
Be lusty free persevere in thy servyse	C
And al is wel if thou werke in this wyse	C
'But he that parted is in every place	C
Is no wher hool as writen clerkes wyse	C
What wonder is though swich oon have no grace	C
Eek wostow how it fareth of som servyse	C
As plaunte a tre or herbe in sondry wyse	C
And on the morwe pulle it up as blyve	E
No wonder is though it may never thryve	E
	-
'And sith that god of love hath thee bistowed	C
In place digne un to thy worthinesse	C
Stond faste for to good port hastow rowed	C
And of thy self for any hevinesse	C
Hope alwey wel for but if drerinesse	C
Or over haste our bothe labour shende	C
I hope of this to maken a good ende	C
	-
'And wostow why I am the lasse a fered	C
Of this matere with my nece trete	C
For this have I herd seyd of wyse y lered	C
Was never man ne woman yet bigete	C
That was unapt to suffren loves hete	C
Celestial or elles love of kinde	C
For thy som grace I hope in hir to finde	C
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'And for to speke of hir in special	D
Hir beautee to bithinken and hir youthe	C
It sit hir nought to be celestial	D
As yet though that hir liste bothe and couthe	C
But trewely it sete hir wel right nouthe	C
A worthy knight to loven and cheryce	C
And but she do I holde it for a vyce	C
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'Wherfore I am and wol be ay redy	C
To peyne me to do yow this servyse	C
For bothe yow to plese thus hope I	D
Her afterward for ye beth bothe wyse	C
And conne it counseyl kepe in swich a wyse	C
That no man shal the wyser of it be	C
And so we may be gladed alle three	C
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'And by my trouthe I have right now of thee	C
A good conceyt in my wit as I gesse	C
And what it is I wol now that thou see	C
I thenke sith that love of his goodnesse	C
Hath thee converted out of wikkednesse	C
That thou shalt be the beste post I leve	E
Of al his lay and most his foos to greve	E
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'Ensample why see now these wyse clerkes	C
That erren aldermost a yein a lawe	C
And ben converted from hir wikked werkes	C
Thorugh grace of god that list hem to him drawe	C
Than arn they folk that han most god in awe	C
And strengest feythed been I understonde	C
And conne an errour alder best withstonde '	-
Whan Troilus had herd Pandare assented	C
To been his help in loving of Criseyde	C
Wex of his wo as who seyth untormented	C
But hotter wex his love and thus he seyde	C
With sobre chere al though his herte pleyde	C
'Now blisful Venus helpe er that I sterve	E
Of thee Pandare I may som thank deserve	E
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'But dere frend how shal myn wo ben lesse	C
Til this be doon And goode eek tel me this	C
How wiltow seyn of me and my destresse	C
Lest she be wrooth this drede I most y wys	C
Or nil not here or trowen how it is	C
Al this drede I and eek for the manere	C
Of thee hir eem she nil no swich thing here '	-
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Quod Pandarus 'Thou hast a ful gret care	C
Lest that the cherl may falle out of the mone	A
Why lord I hate of the thy nyce fare	C
Why entremete of that thou hast to done	A
For goddes love I bidde thee a bone	A
So lat me alone and it shal be thy beste '	-
'Why freend ' quod he 'now do right as the leste	C
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'But herke Pandare o word for I nolde	C
That thou in me wendest so greet folye	D
That to my lady I desiren sholde	C
That toucheth harm or any vilenye	D
For dredelees me were lever dye	D
Than she of me ought elles understode	C
But that that mighte sounen in to gode '	-
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Tho lough this Pandare and anoon answerde	C
'And I thy borw Fy No wight dooth but so	C
I roughte nought though that she stode and herde	C
How that thou seyst but fare wel I wol go	C
A dieu Be glad God spede us bothe two	C
Yif me this labour and this besinesse	C
And of my speed be thyn al that swetnesse '	-
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Tho Troilus gan doun on knees to falle	D
And Pandare in his armes hente faste	C
And seyde 'Now fy on the Grekes alle	D
Yet pardee god shal helpe us at the laste	C
And dredelees if that my lyf may laste	C
And god to forn lo som of hem shal smerte	C
And yet me athinketh that this avaunt me asterte	C
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'Now Pandare I can no more seye	D
But thou wys thou wost thou mayst thou art al	D
My lyf my deeth hool in thyn bonde I leye	D
Help now ' Quod he 'Yis by my trouthe I shal '	-
'God yelde thee freend and this in special '	-
Quod Troilus 'that thou me recomaunde	C
To hir that to the deeth me may comaunde '	-
This Pandarus tho desirous to serve	E
His fulle freend than seyde in this manere	C
'Far wel and thenk I wol thy thank deserve	E
Have here my trouthe and that thou shalt wel here '	-
And wente his wey thenking on this matere	C
And how he best mighte hir beseche of grace	C
And finde a tyme ther to and a place	C
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For every wight that hath an hous to founde	C
Ne renneth nought the werk for to biginne	A
With rakel hond but he wol byde a stounde	C
And sende his hertes lyne out fro with inne	A
Alderfirst his purpos for to winne	A
Al this Pandare in his herte thoughte	C
And caste his werk ful wysly or he wroughte	C
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But Troilus lay tho no lenger doun	A
But up anoon up on his stede bay	D
And in the feld he pleyde tho leoun	A
Wo was that Greek that with him mette that day	D
And in the toun his maner tho forth ay	D
So goodly was and gat him so in grace	C
That ech him lovede that loked on his face	C
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For he bicom the frendlyeste wight	C
The gentileste and eek the moste free	C
The thriftieste and oon the beste knight	C
That in his tyme was or mighte be	C
Dede were his Iapes and his crueltee	C
His heighe port and his manere estraunge	H
And ech of tho gan for a vertu chaunge	H
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Now lat us stinte of Troilus a stounde	C
That fareth lyk a man that hurt is sore	C
And is somdel of akinge of his wounde	C
Y lissed wel but heled no del more	C
And as an esy pacient the lore	C
Abit of him that gooth aboute his cure	C
And thus he dryveth forth his aventure	C
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Explicit Liber Primus	C

Geoffrey Chaucer

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