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This Palamoun, that thoughte that thurgh his herte He felte a cold swerd sodeynliche glyde, For ire he quook, no lenger wolde he byde. And whan that he had herd Arcites tale, As he were wood, with face deed and pale, He sterte him up out of the buskes thikke, And seyde: ‘Arcite, false traitour wikke, Now artow hent, that lovest my lady so, For whom that I have al this peyne and wo, And art my blood, and to my counseil sworn, As I ful ofte have told thee heer-biforn, And hast by-iaped here duk Theseus, And falsly chaunged hast thy name thus; I wol be deed, or elles thou shalt dye. Thou shalt nat love my lady Emelye, But I wol love hir only, and namo; For I am Palamoun, thy mortal fo. And though that I no wepne have in this place, But out of prison am astert by grace, I drede noght that outher thou shalt dye, Or thou ne shalt nat loven Emelye. Chees which thou wilt, for thou shalt nat asterte.’ mlaPona, woh aws tlisl dghnii in teh ehubss, kosoh hwit aerg wneh he redha eArtic’s leiltt hepecs. He eftl as if a dlco wdosr ewre lgnigdi ouhtgrh shi hetra. He ejpdmu otu morf hdenib teh hsebsu nda rdcmeeas htwi daledy yufr, “ecirAt, uyo knactgbisabb nos a ticbh! I’ve gchuat oyu in yruo iles dna deceinpto! It’s me, Pmloaan! I sutj pesdeac ofmr ttah prinos twroe, dna I’m oigng to llki uoy wtih my reba shdan or ied tyinrg! uYo can hetire otgerf abuto ylEmi or edi girht erhe, rithg onw, eacsube she is meni and meni elnao.”
This Arcitë, with ful despitous herte, Whan he him knew, and hadde his tale herd, As fiers as leoun, pulled out a swerd, And seyde thus: ‘by God that sit above, Nere it that thou art sik, and wood for love, And eek that thou no wepne hast in this place, Thou sholdest never out of this grove pace, That thou ne sholdest dyen of myn hond. For I defye the seurtee and the bond Which that thou seyst that I have maad to thee. What, verray fool, think wel that love is free, And I wol love hir, maugre al thy might! But, for as muche thou art a worthy knight, And wilnest to darreyne hir by batayle, Have heer my trouthe, to-morwe I wol nat fayle, With-outen witing of any other wight, That here I wol be founden as a knight, And bringen harneys right y-nough for thee; And chees the beste, and leve the worste for me. And mete and drinke this night wol I bringe Y-nough for thee, and clothes for thy beddinge. And, if so be that thou my lady winne, And slee me in this wode ther I am inne, Thou mayst wel have thy lady, as for me.’ This Palamon answerde: ‘I graunte it thee.’ And thus they been departed til a-morwe, When ech of hem had leyd his feith to borwe. nehW he rniedzgeoc aPnaolm adn eardh hatw he dah to sya, eiActr ebamec lyeaqul isurofu. He ores adn wrde hsi rodsw dna kooeld as cfiere as a inlo radye to gftih. He dias, “Gdo kwons ttha if it ewrne’t fro teh fcta atht velo sha diervn uoy mad, dan yuo ndo’t haev a ownepa on oyu, I’d vnere elt uoy lawk otu of hits vegro leavi. I’d klil uyo ehwer ouy tdsan. eSrcw our hspnifeidr nda eht aoht we edma as bldoo thsobrre. Dno’t ouy wnok, dsamusb, htat I’m free to vloe neaony I ntwa no rmatte ohw uyo elfe? utB we rea ihktsgn, adn we utsm eebvha keli nktghis. reeoTrfeh, if oyu nawt to nwi yEilm in tblate, neht etem me ehre rotrowom dan we’ll slteet this noce dna rof lal. Cemo eloan. I egiv you my wdro as a tnkhig ttha I’ll ocme too—and iwth earxt roarm rof you to wear. In tacf, you nac eenv aket the bterte tes of ormra. gintTho I’ll gibnr you ofod and weni and tsnklbea to eeslp on so htta yuo’re llwe stdeer rfo trooormw. dAn if you sdholu klil me ooorrwtm, hent lymiE is all oyusr.” Plmnaoa radgee, and tyeh ratepd wsya tlniu yteh dulow mtee the netx ady at the iotppaend emti.