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Pandarus meets Criseyde
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Geoffrey Chaucer (1342 - 1400):
Troilus and Criseyde
Book II, lines 148-217: Pandarus tells about Ector and Troilus

So after this, with many wordes glade,
And freendly tales, and with mery chere,
150Of this and that they pleyde, and gunnen wade
In many an unkouth glad and deep matere,
As freendes doon, whan they ben met yfeere;
Til she gan axen him how Ector ferde,
That was the tounes wal and Grekes yerde.

155`Ful wel, I thanke it God,' quod Pandarus,
`Save in his arm he hath a litel wounde;
And eek his fresshe brother Troilus,
The wyse worthy Ector the secounde,
In whom that ever vertu list abounde,
160As alle trouthe and alle gentillesse,
Wysdom, honour, fredom, and worthinesse.'

`In good feith, em,' quod she, `that lyketh me;
They faren wel, God save hem bothe two!
For trewely I holde it greet deyntee
165A kinges sone in armes wel to do,
And been of good condiciouns ther-to;
For greet power and moral vertu here
Is selde y-seye in o persone y-fere.'

`In good feith, that is sooth,' quod Pandarus;
170`But, by my trouthe, the king hath sones tweye,
That is to mene, Ector and Troilus,
That certainly, though that I sholde deye,
They been as voyde of vyces, dar I seye,
As any men that liveth under the sonne,
175Hir might is wyde yknowe, and what they konne.

`Of Ector nedeth it nought for to telle:
In al this world ther nis a bettre knight
Than he, that is of worthinesse welle;
And he wel more vertu hath than might.
180This knoweth many a wys and worthy wight.
The same prys of Troilus I seye,
God help me so, I knowe not swich tweye.'

`By God,' quod she, `of Ector that is sooth;
Of Troilus the same thing trowe I;
185For, dredelees, men tellen that he dooth
In armes day by day so worthily,
And bereth him here at hoom so gentilly
To every wight, that al the prys hath he
Of hem that me were levest preysed be.'

190`Ye sey right sooth, y-wis,' quod Pandarus;
`For yesterday, who-so hadde with him been,
He might have wondred up-on Troilus;
For never yet so thikke a swarm of been
Ne fleigh, as Grekes fro him gonne fleen;
195And thorugh the feld, in everi wightes eere,
Ther nas no cry but "Troilus is there!"

`Now here, now there, he hunted hem so faste,
Ther nas but Grekes blood; and Troilus,
Now hem he hurte, and hem alle doun he caste;
200Ay where he wente, it was arayed thus:
He was hir deeth, and sheld and lyf for us;
That as that day ther dorste noon withstonde,
Whyl that he held his blody swerd in honde.

`Therto he is the freendlieste man
205Of grete estat, that ever I saw my lyve;
And wher him list, best felawshipe can
To suche as him thinketh able for to thryve.'
And with that word tho Pandarus, as blyve,
He took his leve, and seyde, `I wol go henne.'
210`Nay, blame have I, myn uncle,' quod she thenne.

`What eyleth yow to be thus wery sone,
And namelich of wommen? Wol ye so?
Nay, sitteth down; by God, I have to done
With yow, to speke of wisdom er ye go.'
215And every wight that was aboute hem tho,
That herde that, gan fer a-wey to stonde,
Whyl they two hadde al that hem liste in honde.

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