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From The Franklin's Tale, lines 553-588:
The wizard performs his conjuring: the black costal rocks are vanished
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From The Canterbury Tales:
The Franklin's Tale
lines 589-630: Aurelius goes to Dorigen and tells her he has done the impossible

       Aurelius, which that yet despeired is,
590Wher he shal han his love, or fare amys,
Awaiteth nyght and day on this myracle.
And whan he knew that ther was noon obstacle,
That voyded were thise rokkes everychon,
Doun to hise maistres feet he fil anon,
595And seyde, "I woful wrecche, Aurelius,
Thanke yow, lord, and lady myn, Venus,
That me han holpen fro my cares colde."
And to the temple his wey forth hath he holde
Where as he knew he sholde his lady see,
600And whan he saugh his tyme, anon right hee
With dredful herte and with ful humble cheere
Salewed hath his sovereyn lady deere.
       "My righte lady," quod this woful man,
"Whom I moost drede and love as I best kan,
605And lothest were of al this world displese,
Nere it that I for yow have swich disese
That I moste dyen heere at youre foot anon,
Noght wolde I telle how me is wo bigon;
But, certes, outher moste I dye or pleyne,
610Ye sle me giltelees for verray peyne.
But of my deeth thogh that ye have no routhe,
Avyseth yow er that ye breke youre trouthe.
Repenteth yow for thilke God above,
Er ye me sleen by cause that I yow love.
615For madame, wel ye woot what ye han hight -
Nat that I chalange any thyng of right
Of yow, my sovereyn lady, but youre grace -
But in a gardyn yond, at swich a place
Ye woot right wel what ye bihighten me,
620And in myn hand youre trouthe plighten ye
To love me best - God woot ye seyde so,
Al be that I unworthy be therto.
Madame, I speke it for the honour of yow,
Moore than to save myn hertes lyf right now, -
625I have do so as ye comanded me,
And if ye vouche sauf, ye may go see.
Dooth as yow list, have youre biheste in mynde,
For, quyk or deed, right there ye shal me fynde.
In yow lith al, to do me lyve of deye,
630But wel I woot the rokkes been aweye!"
       Aurelius, who yet was torn by this,
590Whether he'd gain his love or fare amiss,
Awaited night and day this miracle;
And when he knew there was no obstacle,
That vanished were these black rocks, every one,
Down at the master's feet he fell anon
595And said: "I, woeful wretch, Aurelius,
Thank you, my lord, and Lady mine Venus,
That have so saved me from my dreadful care."
And to the temple straightway did he fare,
Whereat he knew he should his lady see.
600And when he saw his opportunity,
With fluttering heart and with an humble cheer
He greeted thus his sovereign lady dear.
       "My own dear lady," said this woeful man,
"Whom I most fear and love best, as I can,
605And whom, of all this world, I'd not displease,
Were it not that for you I've such unease
That I must die here at your feet anon,
I would not tell how I am woebegone;
But I must either die or else complain;
610You slay me, for no crime, with utter pain.
But on my death, although you have no ruth,
Take heed now, before you break your promised troth
Repent you, for die sake of God above,
Before you kill me, because it's you I love.
615For well you know your promise apposite;
Not that I challenge aught, of my own right,
In you, my sovereign lady, save your grace;
But in a garden, in a certain place,
You know right well what you did promise me;
620And in my hand you plighted troth," said he,
"To love me best, God knows you promised so,
Howe'er I may unworthy be thereto.
Madam, I say it for your honour's vow
More than to save my heart's dear life right now;
625I have done all that you commanded me;
And if you will, you may well go and see.
Do as you please, but hold your word in mind,
For quick or dead, as you do, me you'll find;
In you lies all, to make me live or die,
630But well I know the rocks are vanished, aye!"

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From The Franklin's Tale, lines 631-658:
Dorigen pities herself that she has fallen for the trap