| His brother, which that knew of his penaunce, |
| 375 | Up caughte hym, and to bedde he hath hym broght. |
| Dispeyred in this torment and this thoght |
| Lete I this woful creature lye; |
| Chese he for me wheither he wol lyve or dye. |
| Arveragus, with heele and greet honour, |
| 380 | As he that was of chivalrie the flour, |
| Is comen hoom, and othere worthy men. |
| O blisful artow now, thou Dorigen! |
| That hast thy lusty housbonde in thyne armes, |
| The fresshe knyght, the worthy man or armes, |
| 385 | That loveth thee, as his owene hertes lyf. |
| No thyng list hym to been ymaginatyf |
| If any wight hadde spoke, whil he was oute, |
| To hire of love; he hadde of it no doute, |
| He noght entendeth to no swich mateere, |
| 390 | But daunceth, justeth, maketh hir good cheere, |
| And thus in joye and blisse I lete hem dwelle, |
| And of the sike Aurelius I wol telle. |
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| His brother, who knew all his suppliance, |
| 375 | Found him, and took him, and to bed him brought. |
| Despairing in the torment of his thought, |
| Let I this woeful fellow-creature lie, |
| To choose, for all of me, to live or die. |
| Arviragus, with health, in honour's hour, |
| 380 | As he that was of chivalry the flower, |
| Came home again, with other gentlemen. |
| O happy are you now, my Dorigen, |
| Who have your pleasant husband in your arms, |
| The vigorous knight, the worthy man-at-arms, |
| 385 | That loves you as he loves his own heart's life. |
| Nothing he chose to question of his wife |
| If any man had said, while he was out, |
| Some words of love; of her he had no doubt. |
| He tended not that way, it would appear, |
| 390 | But danced and jousted, made for her good cheer; |
| And thus in joy and bliss I let them dwell |
| And of love-sick Aurelius will I tell. |
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