No Fear Literature: The Canterbury Tales: The Knight’s Tale, Part Two Page 3

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In derknesse and horrible and strong prisoun This seven yeer hath seten Palamoun, Forpyned, what for wo and for distresse; Who feleth double soor and hevinesse But Palamon? that love destreyneth so, That wood out of his wit he gooth for wo; And eek therto he is a prisoner Perpetuelly, noght oonly for a yeer. Who coude ryme in English proprely His martirdom? for sothe, it am nat I; Therefore I passe as lightly as I may.	In derknesse and horrible and strong prisoun This seven yeer hath seten Palamoun, Forpyned, what for wo and for distresse; Who feleth double soor and hevinesse But Palamon? that love destreyneth so, That wood out of his wit he gooth for wo; And eek therto he is a prisoner Perpetuelly, noght oonly for a yeer. Who coude ryme in English proprely His martirdom? for sothe, it am nat I; Therefore I passe as lightly as I may.
It fel that in the seventhe yeer, in May, The thridde night, (as olde bokes seyn, That al this storie tellen more pleyn,) Were it by aventure or destinee, (As, whan a thing is shapen, it shal be,) That, sone after the midnight, Palamoun, By helping of a freend, brak his prisoun, And fleeth the citee, faste as he may go; For he had yive his gayler drinke so Of a clarree, maad of a certeyn wyn, With nercotikes and opie of Thebes fyn, That al that night, thogh that men wolde him shake, The gayler sleep, he mighte nat awake; And thus he fleeth as faste as ever he may. The night was short, and faste by the day, That nedes-cost he moste him-selven hyde, And til a grove, faste ther besyde, With dredful foot than stalketh Palamoun. For shortly, this was his opinioun, That in that grove he wolde him hyde al day, And in the night than wolde he take his way To Thebes-ward, his freendes for to preye On Theseus to helpe him to werreye; And shortly, outher he wolde lese his lyf, Or winnen Emelye unto his wyf; This is theffect and his entente pleyn.	It fel that in the seventhe yeer, in May, The thridde night, (as olde bokes seyn, That al this storie tellen more pleyn,) Were it by aventure or destinee, (As, whan a thing is shapen, it shal be,) That, sone after the midnight, Palamoun, By helping of a freend, brak his prisoun, And fleeth the citee, faste as he may go; For he had yive his gayler drinke so Of a clarree, maad of a certeyn wyn, With nercotikes and opie of Thebes fyn, That al that night, thogh that men wolde him shake, The gayler sleep, he mighte nat awake; And thus he fleeth as faste as ever he may. The night was short, and faste by the day, That nedes-cost he moste him-selven hyde, And til a grove, faste ther besyde, With dredful foot than stalketh Palamoun. For shortly, this was his opinioun, That in that grove he wolde him hyde al day, And in the night than wolde he take his way To Thebes-ward, his freendes for to preye On Theseus to helpe him to werreye; And shortly, outher he wolde lese his lyf, Or winnen Emelye unto his wyf; This is theffect and his entente pleyn.

Original Text	Modern Text
In derknesse and horrible and strong prisoun This seven yeer hath seten Palamoun, Forpyned, what for wo and for distresse; Who feleth double soor and hevinesse But Palamon? that love destreyneth so, That wood out of his wit he gooth for wo; And eek therto he is a prisoner Perpetuelly, noght oonly for a yeer. Who coude ryme in English proprely His martirdom? for sothe, it am nat I; Therefore I passe as lightly as I may.	In derknesse and horrible and strong prisoun This seven yeer hath seten Palamoun, Forpyned, what for wo and for distresse; Who feleth double soor and hevinesse But Palamon? that love destreyneth so, That wood out of his wit he gooth for wo; And eek therto he is a prisoner Perpetuelly, noght oonly for a yeer. Who coude ryme in English proprely His martirdom? for sothe, it am nat I; Therefore I passe as lightly as I may.
It fel that in the seventhe yeer, in May, The thridde night, (as olde bokes seyn, That al this storie tellen more pleyn,) Were it by aventure or destinee, (As, whan a thing is shapen, it shal be,) That, sone after the midnight, Palamoun, By helping of a freend, brak his prisoun, And fleeth the citee, faste as he may go; For he had yive his gayler drinke so Of a clarree, maad of a certeyn wyn, With nercotikes and opie of Thebes fyn, That al that night, thogh that men wolde him shake, The gayler sleep, he mighte nat awake; And thus he fleeth as faste as ever he may. The night was short, and faste by the day, That nedes-cost he moste him-selven hyde, And til a grove, faste ther besyde, With dredful foot than stalketh Palamoun. For shortly, this was his opinioun, That in that grove he wolde him hyde al day, And in the night than wolde he take his way To Thebes-ward, his freendes for to preye On Theseus to helpe him to werreye; And shortly, outher he wolde lese his lyf, Or winnen Emelye unto his wyf; This is theffect and his entente pleyn.	It fel that in the seventhe yeer, in May, The thridde night, (as olde bokes seyn, That al this storie tellen more pleyn,) Were it by aventure or destinee, (As, whan a thing is shapen, it shal be,) That, sone after the midnight, Palamoun, By helping of a freend, brak his prisoun, And fleeth the citee, faste as he may go; For he had yive his gayler drinke so Of a clarree, maad of a certeyn wyn, With nercotikes and opie of Thebes fyn, That al that night, thogh that men wolde him shake, The gayler sleep, he mighte nat awake; And thus he fleeth as faste as ever he may. The night was short, and faste by the day, That nedes-cost he moste him-selven hyde, And til a grove, faste ther besyde, With dredful foot than stalketh Palamoun. For shortly, this was his opinioun, That in that grove he wolde him hyde al day, And in the night than wolde he take his way To Thebes-ward, his freendes for to preye On Theseus to helpe him to werreye; And shortly, outher he wolde lese his lyf, Or winnen Emelye unto his wyf; This is theffect and his entente pleyn.