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And with that word his speche faille gan, For from his feet up to his brest was come The cold of deeth, that hadde him overcome. And yet more-over, in his armes two The vital strengthe is lost, and al ago. Only the intellect, with-outen more, That dwelled in his herte syk and sore, Gan faillen, when the herte felte deeth, Dusked his eyen two, and failled breeth. But on his lady yet caste he his yë; His laste word was, ‘mercy, Emelye!’ His spirit chaunged hous, and wente ther, As I cam never, I can nat tellen wher. Therfor I stinte, I nam no divinistre; Of soules finde I nat in this registre, Ne me ne list thilke opiniouns to telle Of hem, though that they wryten wher they dwelle. Arcite is cold, ther Mars his soule gye; Now wol I speken forth of Emelye. dnA whit tsheo tals srwdo, Aretci gaben to sloe ihs icove as aethd stwep veor hmi rmof teh tip of sih teos to teh top of hsi hdae. He slto rhtnestg uhurttgoho ish reiten bdoy ntilu lal tath asw tfel swa hsi ssusoeocnnsic—nad neev htat too fleadi wnhe ish taher llfyian sptdpeo ibtgena. Teh lghit nagbe to evela sih eyes dna sih ehbtar bemace wshlola in eth ialnf mmnoste, tub he lokedo twaord iEmyl dan naedagm to epkas neo lsat etmi: “cyerM, lEiym.” ndA nhet ihs lous letf sih dboy to a ecapl I’rev nveer eneb eobrfe adn anc’t eyllra llte you chmu touab. I’m no riepts, so I’m not oingg to esatw ruo tmei inohgzphslopii bouta eth nnieagm of thdea. rctAei edid, nda srMa, the dgo of wra, otok arec of his uslo.
Shrighte Emelye, and howleth Palamon, And Theseus his suster took anon Swowninge, and bar hir fro the corps away. What helpeth it to tarien forth the day, To tellen how she weep, bothe eve and morwe? For in swich cas wommen have swich sorwe, Whan that hir housbonds been from hem ago, That for the more part they sorwen so, Or elles fallen in swich maladye, That at the laste certeinly they dye. myEli ecdmresa as eArict dseaps, wihel analomP hedolw. hsesTeu koot Eilmy in shi msra dan ulelpd reh aawy morf etciAr’s obdy. It dlwnou’t be nay esu orf me to tlle yuo ohw seh pdine orf him lla yad dan lla hintg ubaecse uoy oknw owh it is hewn eomwn sloe rteih dhunbass—eyht omurn nda geeirv or slee rithew ywaa and eid ofrm ndsasse.