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From Troilus and Criseyde, Book V, lines 1632-1666: Troilus finds Criseyde's unfaithfullness proved |
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| He gooth him hoom, and gan ful sone sende | |
| For Pandarus; and al this newe chaunce, | |
| And of this broche, he tolde him word and ende, | |
| 1670 | Compleyninge of hir hertes variaunce, |
| His longe love, his trouthe, and his penaunce; | |
| And after deeth, withouten wordes more, | |
| Ful faste he cryde, his reste him to restore. |
| Than spak he thus, `O lady myn Criseyde, | |
| 1675 | Wher is your feyth, and wher is your biheste? |
| Wher is your love, wher is your trouthe,' he seyde; | |
| `Of Diomede have ye now al this feste! | |
| Allas, I wolde have trowed at the leste. | |
| That, syn ye nolde in trouthe to me stonde, | |
| 1680 | That ye thus nolde han holden me in honde! |
| `Who shal now trowe on any othes mo? | |
| Allas, I never wolde han wend, er this, | |
| That ye, Criseyde, koude han chaunged so; | |
| Ne, but I hadde agilt and doon amis, | |
| 1685 | So cruel wende I not your herte, ywis, |
| To slee me thus; allas, your name of trouthe | |
| Is now fordoon, and that is al my routhe. |
| `Was ther non other broche yow liste lete | |
| To feffe with your newe love,' quod he, | |
| 1690 | `But thilke broche that I, with teres wete, |
| Yow yaf, as for a remembraunce of me? | |
| Non other cause, allas, ne hadde ye | |
| But for despyt, and eek for that ye mente | |
| Al outrely to shewen your entente! |
| 1695 | `Thurgh which I see that clene out of your minde |
| Ye han me cast, and I ne can nor may, | |
| For al this world, with-in myn herte finde | |
| To unloven yow a quarter of a day! | |
| In cursed tyme I born was, weylaway! | |
| 1700 | That ye, that doon me al this wo endure, |
| Yet love I best of any creature. |
| `Now God,' quod he, `me sende yet the grace | |
| That I may meten with this Diomede! | |
| And trewely, if I have might and space, | |
| 1705 | Yet shal I make, I hope, his sydes blede. |
| O God,' quod he, `that oughtest taken hede | |
| To fortheren trouthe, and wronges to punyce, | |
| Why niltow doon a vengeaunce of this vyce? |
| `O Pandare, that in dremes for to triste | |
| 1710 | Me blamed hast, and wont art oft upbreyde, |
| Now maystow see thyselve, if that thee liste, | |
| How trewe is now thy nece, bright Criseyde! | |
| In sondry formes, God it woot,' he seyde, | |
| `The goddes shewen bothe joye and tene | |
| 1715 | In slepe, and by my dreme it is now sene. |
| `And certaynly, withoute more speche, | |
| From hennes-forth, as ferforth as I may, | |
| Myn owene deeth in armes wol I seche; | |
| I recche not how sone be the day! | |
| 1720 | But trewely, Criseyde, swete may, |
| Whom I have ay with al my might y-served, | |
| That ye thus doon, I have it nought deserved.' |
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