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Who looketh lightly now but Palamoun? |
| Who spryngeth up for joye but Arcite? |
| Who kouthe tellen, or who kouthe endite |
| 1015 | The joye that is maked in the place, |
| Whan Theseus hath doon so fair a grace? |
| But doun on knees wente every maner wight, |
| And thonken hym with al hir herte and myght, |
| And namely the Thebans, often sithe. |
| 1020 | And thus with good hope and with herte blithe |
| They taken hir leve, and homward gonne they ride |
| To Thebes with hise olde walles wyde. |
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| Who looks up lightly now but Palamon? |
| Who leaps for you but Arcita the knight? |
| And who could tell, or who could ever write |
| 1015 | The jubilation made within that place |
| Where Theseus has shown so fair a grace? |
| But down on knee went each one for delight |
| And thanked him there with all his heart and might, |
| And specially those Thebans did their part. |
| 1020 | And thus, with high hopes, being blithe of heart, |
| They took their leave; and homeward did they ride |
| To Thebes that sits within her old walls wide. |
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