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Who sorweth now but woful Palamoun, |
| 1795 | That moot namoore goon agayn to fighte? |
| And whan that Theseus hadde seyn this sighte |
| Unto the folk that foghten thus echon |
| He cryde, "Hoo! namoore, for it is doon. |
| I wol be trewe juge, and no partie; |
| 1800 | Arcite of Thebes shal have Emelie, |
| That by his fortune hath hir faire ywonne!" |
| Anon ther is a noyse of peple bigonne |
| For joye of this so loude and heighe withalle |
| It semed that the lystes sholde falle. |
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Who sorrows now but woeful Palamon, |
| 1795 | Who may no more advance into the fight? |
| And when Duke Theseus had seen this sight, |
| Unto the warriors fighting, every one, |
| He cried out: "Hold! No more! For it is done! |
| Now will I prove true judge, of no party. |
| 1800 | Theban Arcita shall have Emily, |
| Who, by his fortune, has her fairly won." |
| And now a noise of people is begun |
| For joy of this, so loud and shrill withal, |
| It seems as if the very lists will fall. |
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