From Geoffrey Chaucer's "The Canterbury Tales", The Clerk's Tale, lines 1107-1127

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Griselda swoons from emotions

From The Canterbury Tales:
The Clerk's Tale
lines 1107-1127: A happy end and Griselda is again queenly dressed

	Walter hir gladeth, and hir sorwe slaketh,
	She riseth up abaysed from hir traunce,
	And every wight hir joye and feeste maketh,
1110	Til she hath caught agayn hir contenaunce.
	Walter hire dooth so feithfully plesaunce,
	That it was deyntee for to seen the cheere.
	Bitwixe hem two, now they been met yfeere.

	But Walter cheered her till her sorrow fled;
	And she rose up, abashed, out of her trance;
	All praised her now, and joyous words they said,
1110	Till she regained her wonted countenance.
	Walter so honoured her by word and glance
	That it was pleasing to observe the cheer
	Between them, now again together here.

Thise ladyes, whan that they hir tyme say,

1115 Han taken hir and into chambre gon,

And strepen hire out of hir rude array

And in a clooth of gold that brighte shoon,

With a coroune of many a riche stoon

Upon hir heed, they into halle hir broghte,

1120 And ther she was honured as hire oghte.

These ladies, when they found a tactful way,

1115 Withdrew her and to her own room were gone,

And stripped her out of her so rude array,

And in a cloth of gold that brightly shone,

Crowned with a crown of many a precious stone

Upon her head, once more to hall they brought

1120 Her, where they honoured her as all they ought.

Thus hath this pitous day a blisful ende,

For every man and womman dooth his myght

This day in murthe and revel to dispende,

Til on the welkne shoon the sterres lyght.

1125 For moore solempne in every mannes syght

This feste was, and gretter of costage,

Than was the revel of hire mariage.

Thus had this heavy day a happy end,

For everyone did everything he might

The day in mirth and revelry to spend

Till in the heavens shone the stars' fair light.

1125 For far more grand in every person's sight

This feast was, and of greater cost, 'twas said,

Than were the revels when they two were wed.

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Nothing but peace and prosperity