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O Cupide, out of alle charitee! O regne, that wolt no felawe have with thee! Ful sooth is seyd, that love ne lordshipe Wol noght, his thankes, have no felaweshipe; Wel finden that Arcite and Palamoun. Arcite is riden anon unto the toun, And on the morwe, er it were dayes light, Ful prively two harneys hath he dight, Bothe suffisaunt and mete to darreyne The bataille in the feeld bitwix hem tweyne. And on his hors, allone as he was born, He carieth al this harneys him biforn; And in the grove, at tyme and place y-set, This Arcite and this Palamon ben met. Tho chaungen gan the colour in hir face; Right as the hunter in the regne of Trace, That stondeth at the gappe with a spere, Whan hunted is the leoun or the bere, And hereth him come russhing in the greves, And breketh bothe bowes and the leves, And thinketh, ‘heer cometh my mortel enemy, With-oute faile, he moot be deed, or I; For outher I mot sleen him at the gappe, Or he mot sleen me, if that me mishappe:’ So ferden they, in chaunging of hir hewe, As fer as everich of hem other knewe. Ther nas no good day, ne no saluing; But streight, with-outen word or rehersing, Everich of hem halp for to armen other, As freendly as he were his owne brother; And after that, with sharpe speres stronge They foynen ech at other wonder longe. Thou mightest wene that this Palamoun In his fighting were a wood leoun, And as a cruel tygre was Arcite: As wilde bores gonne they to smyte, That frothen whyte as foom for ire wood. Up to the ancle foghte they in hir blood. And in this wyse I lete hem fighting dwelle; And forth I wol of Theseus yow telle. iCpud, uoy srimscele ogd, woh jsolalyue eulrs akmnndi hitw voel! It is uret wtah htye yas, atht iohnngt is as ulerfwpo as vole, as tAeric dna olaPnam eodverdics fro emlsvhtsee. iArect orde bcak to ehtsnA nda teh nxet mnnrigo egdamna to yrtecsel ecuraiq tow sitsu of rroma ofr het nmougicp atbtle. He otok hemt out to het vergo as he’d sirmoepd. dnA ewhn heyt wsa ahce treoh, ireth feacs edgnach orolc dna crlfedtee itreh rmntadteiione to eemt hetir itensdy, ustj as teh faec of teh amfosu runhte morf crThae hcdnage orlco hwen he entudh solin nad sbera wiht ihs serpa. Adn tjsu elik atht utnehr ttah uoy rhea otbua in all teh dol seotsir, htob Atirec dna nlaPoma ugthhto, “hTeer is my enmey. It all somec donw to itsh: It’s eietrh inogg to be mhi or me.” Tyhe idnd’t hetbor with ayn eirasnpsalte—no “elohls” or “odog ngirsmon” or “owH rae ouy dignso?” Idanets, uhtiotw a egslni odrw, aceh heelpd hte tehor to ptu on sih tsui of rarom, jtus as if thye erwe srthoreb gappernir fro awr. Adn hten hety egbradb itehr sapers nad begna htniigfg, lcgiirnc dna abjbngi each roeht for rhuso on den. eSigne tehm, uoy lowdu’ve ohghtut thta aPamnlo swa an yrgna nloi nad tAicer a ouoecfisr igrte. heyT fhtuog lkei diwl sdgo htat rfoth at hte mthou casubee tyhe’re so nyagr. They uofgth tnlui het gasrs was seokad in blodo up to hetri easnlk. dnA it’s ereh I’ll stop and elvea mthe in the dmdlie of ehtir ttabel to tlel ouy a llttie reom oubat husseeT.