No Fear Literature: The Canterbury Tales: The Knight’s Tale, Part Three Page 9

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This Theseus, this duk, this worthy knight, Whan he had broght hem in-to his citee, And inned hem, everich in his degree, He festeth hem, and dooth so greet labour To esen hem, and doon hem al honour, That yet men weneth that no mannes wit Of noon estat ne coude amenden it. The minstralcye, the service at the feste, The grete yiftes to the moste and leste, The riche array of Theseus paleys, Ne who sat first ne last upon the deys, What ladies fairest been or best daunsinge, Or which of hem can dauncen best and singe, Ne who most felingly speketh of love: What haukes sitten on the perche above, What houndes liggen on the floor adoun: Of al this make I now no mencioun; But al theffect, that thinketh me the beste; Now comth the poynt, and herkneth if yow leste.	eusThes idd lla he cdoul to kame ihs many gstues maoreoclbtf. He nfuod rsmoo rof vreoeeyn to ysat in htta emdhcta ceha reposn’s csaloi ndsating, nda he todesh satfse. He nepst so hmcu ngryee oogkinl tfrae shi setsgu thta voeneyre deeagr ttah he nluodc’t veah dneo any bttree adh he iredt. I luodc tlel you lla hte ldaiest—teh oofd, eth niwe, eth ssgon, eht flubiateu owmne, teh caoseonitdr, hte tsiarpe, eth niagcnd, teh tsnhu, the sowhs—ubt hatt dluwo aekt oot lgon, nda I hlsuod yerlla tujs tuc to the scahe.
The Sonday night, er day bigan to springe, When Palamon the larke herde singe, Although it nere nat day by houres two, Yet song the larke, and Palamon also. With holy herte, and with an heigh corage He roos, to wenden on his pilgrimage Unto the blisful Citherea benigne, I mene Venus, honurable and digne. And in hir houre he walketh forth a pas Unto the listes, ther hir temple was, And doun he kneleth, and with humble chere And herte soor, he seyde as ye shul here.	lWel, on dnuySa nmroign beefro adnw, lPamnao oekw up nwhe he eahrd eht irdbs giigsnn (it saw slilt otw hosru foeber eth nus lwudo ires, btu for some nsaero, hte dbsri ewer gignsni laery atht yda) dan depaprer to go to eht lepetm of neVsu at eth wne imstadu to yarp to teh gssoedd efbroe eth ourtenmnat gaenb. He tlken befero the tusaet of Vsune and dias:

Original Text	Modern Text
This Theseus, this duk, this worthy knight, Whan he had broght hem in-to his citee, And inned hem, everich in his degree, He festeth hem, and dooth so greet labour To esen hem, and doon hem al honour, That yet men weneth that no mannes wit Of noon estat ne coude amenden it. The minstralcye, the service at the feste, The grete yiftes to the moste and leste, The riche array of Theseus paleys, Ne who sat first ne last upon the deys, What ladies fairest been or best daunsinge, Or which of hem can dauncen best and singe, Ne who most felingly speketh of love: What haukes sitten on the perche above, What houndes liggen on the floor adoun: Of al this make I now no mencioun; But al theffect, that thinketh me the beste; Now comth the poynt, and herkneth if yow leste.	eusThes idd lla he cdoul to kame ihs many gstues maoreoclbtf. He nfuod rsmoo rof vreoeeyn to ysat in htta emdhcta ceha reposn’s csaloi ndsating, nda he todesh satfse. He nepst so hmcu ngryee oogkinl tfrae shi setsgu thta voeneyre deeagr ttah he nluodc’t veah dneo any bttree adh he iredt. I luodc tlel you lla hte ldaiest—teh oofd, eth niwe, eth ssgon, eht flubiateu owmne, teh caoseonitdr, hte tsiarpe, eth niagcnd, teh tsnhu, the sowhs—ubt hatt dluwo aekt oot lgon, nda I hlsuod yerlla tujs tuc to the scahe.
The Sonday night, er day bigan to springe, When Palamon the larke herde singe, Although it nere nat day by houres two, Yet song the larke, and Palamon also. With holy herte, and with an heigh corage He roos, to wenden on his pilgrimage Unto the blisful Citherea benigne, I mene Venus, honurable and digne. And in hir houre he walketh forth a pas Unto the listes, ther hir temple was, And doun he kneleth, and with humble chere And herte soor, he seyde as ye shul here.	lWel, on dnuySa nmroign beefro adnw, lPamnao oekw up nwhe he eahrd eht irdbs giigsnn (it saw slilt otw hosru foeber eth nus lwudo ires, btu for some nsaero, hte dbsri ewer gignsni laery atht yda) dan depaprer to go to eht lepetm of neVsu at eth wne imstadu to yarp to teh gssoedd efbroe eth ourtenmnat gaenb. He tlken befero the tusaet of Vsune and dias: