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‘Thanne is it wisdom, as it thinketh me, To maken vertu of necessitee, And take it wel, that we may nat eschue, And namely that to us alle is due. And who-so gruccheth ought, he dooth folye, And rebel is to him that al may gye. And certeinly a man hath most honour To dyen in his excellence and flour, Whan he is siker of his gode name; Than hath he doon his freend, ne him, no shame. And gladder oghte his freend ben of his deeth, Whan with honour up-yolden is his breeth, Than whan his name apalled is for age; For al forgeten is his vasselage. Than is it best, as for a worthy fame, To dyen whan that he is best of name. “So, I’ve coem to eth onusncolci ttha we juts veah to aectcp ahtt dahte is biinlevtae. opPeel ohw cnlpoami uatbo it rae just anipl utisdp nda tse tsesvleehm anstiag teh raekM who deasnmd it. sieeBsd, it’s ebrtet orf a srpeon to dei oalybonhr nad whit tigiydn thta to irun oen’s oodg anem fhoioslly ynrtgi to sotp hadet. dnA hist asol means hatt het nsifedr of shteo who ahve ddei ende to do nhoor to htire romeym by otn griigenv evrofre itlnu no one nac meebermr mwoh teyh’re einrvgig for in eht rtisf lpcea.
The contrarie of al this is wilfulnesse. Why grucchen we? why have we hevinesse, That good Arcite, of chivalrye flour Departed is, with duetee and honour, Out of this foule prison of this lyf? Why grucchen heer his cosin and his wyf Of his wel-fare that loved hem so weel? Can he hem thank? nay, God wot, never a deel, That bothe his soule and eek hem-self offende, And yet they mowe hir lustes nat amende. “To ryt adn do yahinngt lese is sutj anpli strnobub. We luhosnd’t wihen nda clniopam, nda we nhludso’t iltsl be guninorm orf cAiert, ttah ebonl knight ohw eftl us baolrohyn adn acdespe teh rusnebd of tsih wrlod. yhW is it htat ish iefw and sih snuioc rea lstil miruognn his aingsps so amyn yrase aertl? anC he atnhk ethm? No, he’s ddea and gnoe. deiBses, eyht’re slgnluiy his emyomr by oicinntung to egrvie for him.