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From Troilus and Criseyde, Book III, lines 1415-1519:
Morning comes and Troilus and Criseyde complain about the shortness of the night
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Geoffrey Chaucer (1342 - 1400):
Troilus and Criseyde
Book III, lines 1520-1554: Separated, Troilus and Criseyde think about each other

1520Agayns his wil, syn it mot nedes be,
This Troilus up roos, and faste him cledde,
And in his armes took his lady free
An hundred tyme, and on his wey him spedde,
And with swich wordes as his herte bledde,
1525He seyde, `Farewel, mr dere herte swete,
Ther God us graunte sounde and sone to mete!'

To which no word for sorwe she answerde,
So sore gan his parting hir destreyne;
And Troilus un-to his palays ferde,
1530As woo bigon as she was, sooth to seyne;
So hard him wrong of sharp desyr the peyne
For to ben eft there he was in plesaunce,
That it may never out of his remembraunce.

Retorned to his real palais, sone
1535He softe into his bed gan for to slinke,
To slepe longe, as he was wont to done,
But al for nought; he may wel ligge and winke,
But sleep ne may ther in his herte sinke;
Thenkinge how she, for whom desyr him brende,
1540A thousand fold was worth more than he wende.

And in his thought gan up and doun to winde
Hir wordes alle, and every countenaunce,
And fermely impressen in his minde
The leste poynt that to him was plesaunce;
1545And verrayliche, of thilke remembraunce,
Desyr al newe him brende, and lust to brede
Gan more than erst, and yet took he non hede.

Criseyde also, right in the same wyse,
Of Troilus gan in hir herte shette
1550His worthinesse, his lust, his dedes wyse,
His gentilesse, and how she with him mette,
Thonkinge love he so wel hir bisette;
Desyring eft to have hir herte dere
In swich a plit, she dorste make him chere.

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From Troilus and Criseyde, Book III, lines 1555-1582:
Pandarus congratulates Criseyde and plays with her