No Fear Literature: The Canterbury Tales: The Knight’s Tale, Part One Page 16

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The somer passeth, and the nightes longe Encresen double wyse the peynes stronge Bothe of the lovere and the prisoner. I noot which hath the wofullere mester. For shortly for to seyn, this Palamoun Perpetuelly is dampned to prisoun, In cheynes and in fettres to ben deed; And Arcite is exyled upon his heed For ever-mo as out of that contree, Ne never-mo he shal his lady see.	The somer passeth, and the nightes longe Encresen double wyse the peynes stronge Bothe of the lovere and the prisoner. I noot which hath the wofullere mester. For shortly for to seyn, this Palamoun Perpetuelly is dampned to prisoun, In cheynes and in fettres to ben deed; And Arcite is exyled upon his heed For ever-mo as out of that contree, Ne never-mo he shal his lady see.
Yow loveres axe I now this questioun, Who hath the worse, Arcite or Palamoun? That oon may seen his lady day by day, But in prison he moot dwelle alway. That other wher him list may ryde or go, But seen his lady shal he never-mo. Now demeth as yow liste, ye that can, For I wol telle forth as I bigan.	Yow loveres axe I now this questioun, Who hath the worse, Arcite or Palamoun? That oon may seen his lady day by day, But in prison he moot dwelle alway. That other wher him list may ryde or go, But seen his lady shal he never-mo. Now demeth as yow liste, ye that can, For I wol telle forth as I bigan.
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The somer passeth, and the nightes longe Encresen double wyse the peynes stronge Bothe of the lovere and the prisoner. I noot which hath the wofullere mester. For shortly for to seyn, this Palamoun Perpetuelly is dampned to prisoun, In cheynes and in fettres to ben deed; And Arcite is exyled upon his heed For ever-mo as out of that contree, Ne never-mo he shal his lady see.	The somer passeth, and the nightes longe Encresen double wyse the peynes stronge Bothe of the lovere and the prisoner. I noot which hath the wofullere mester. For shortly for to seyn, this Palamoun Perpetuelly is dampned to prisoun, In cheynes and in fettres to ben deed; And Arcite is exyled upon his heed For ever-mo as out of that contree, Ne never-mo he shal his lady see.
Yow loveres axe I now this questioun, Who hath the worse, Arcite or Palamoun? That oon may seen his lady day by day, But in prison he moot dwelle alway. That other wher him list may ryde or go, But seen his lady shal he never-mo. Now demeth as yow liste, ye that can, For I wol telle forth as I bigan.	Yow loveres axe I now this questioun, Who hath the worse, Arcite or Palamoun? That oon may seen his lady day by day, But in prison he moot dwelle alway. That other wher him list may ryde or go, But seen his lady shal he never-mo. Now demeth as yow liste, ye that can, For I wol telle forth as I bigan.
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