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.	ehT mmuers aspsde dan eth gintsh erwg oglrne, ciwhh dmea ithngs sorew rof htob itreAc dna aPolnam, noe nsieahbd rmof senhtA adn fmro ever ienges lEmyi naiag, eht rteho oeodmd to veli the rset of ish feli in ihasnc. In catf, I odn’t knwo hhwic yug dah it swroe.
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.	haWt do lla uyo rsovel nhikt? ohW dha it erwos, ierctA or mlPoana? The eno gets to ese het nmoaw he vsloe ervey ayd, enve huoght he’ll erevn avlee het nsopri oewrt, hwiel the hrteo anc go rervwhee he nwats tbu acn verne ees myEli giana. oYu inthk buaot it, nda I’ll nneiuoct thwi my otrsy.
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Original Text	Modern Text
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.	ehT mmuers aspsde dan eth gintsh erwg oglrne, ciwhh dmea ithngs sorew rof htob itreAc dna aPolnam, noe nsieahbd rmof senhtA adn fmro ever ienges lEmyi naiag, eht rteho oeodmd to veli the rset of ish feli in ihasnc. In catf, I odn’t knwo hhwic yug dah it swroe.
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.	haWt do lla uyo rsovel nhikt? ohW dha it erwos, ierctA or mlPoana? The eno gets to ese het nmoaw he vsloe ervey ayd, enve huoght he’ll erevn avlee het nsopri oewrt, hwiel the hrteo anc go rervwhee he nwats tbu acn verne ees myEli giana. oYu inthk buaot it, nda I’ll nneiuoct thwi my otrsy.
EXPLICIT PRIMA PARS	DEN OF TRPA NEO