From Geoffrey Chaucer's "The Canterbury Tales", The Clerk's Tale, lines 365-392

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Griselda consents

From The Canterbury Tales:
The Clerk's Tale
lines 365-392: The wedding of Walter and Griselda

365	"This is ynogh, Grisilde myn," quod he,
	And forth he gooth with a ful sobre cheere
	Out at the dore, and after that cam she;
	And to the peple he seyde in this manere,
	"This is my wyf," quod he, "that standeth heere;
370	Honoureth hir, and loveth hir, I preye,
	Whoso me loveth; ther is namoore to seye."

365	"This is enough, Griselda mine," cried he.
	And forth he went then with full sober cheer
	Out at the door, and after him came she,
	And to the people who were waiting near,
	"This is my wife," he said, "who's standing here.
370	Honour her, all, and love her, all, I pray,
	Who love me; and there is no more to say."

And for that nothyng of hir olde geere

She sholde brynge into his hous, he bad

That wommen sholde dispoillen hir right theere;-

375 Of which thise ladyes were nat right glad

To handle hir clothes, wherinne she was clad.

But nathelees, this mayde bright of hewe

Fro foot to heed they clothed han al newe.

And so that nothing of her former gear

She should take with her to his house, he bade

That women strip her naked then and there;

375 Whereat these ladies were not over-glad

To handle clothes wherein she had been clad.

Nevertheless, this maiden bright of hue

From head to foot they clothed her all anew.

Hir heris han they kembd, that lay untressed

380 Ful rudely, and with hir fyngres smale

A corone on hir heed they han ydressed,

And sette hir ful of nowches grete and smale.

Of hire array what sholde I make a tale?

Unnethe the peple hire knew for hir fairnesse

385 Whan she translated was in swich richesse.

Her hair they combed and brushed, which fell untressed

380 All artlessly, and placed a coronal

With their small fingers on her head, and dressed

Her robes with many jewels great and small;

Of her array how shall I tell withal?

Scarcely the people knew her for fairness,

385 So transformed was she in her splendid dress.

This markys hath hir spoused with a ryng

Broght for the same cause, and thanne hir sette

Upon an hors, snow-whit and wel amblyng,

And to his paleys, er he lenger lette,

390 With joyful peple that hir ladde and mette

Conveyed hire; and thus the day they spende

In revel, til the sonne gan descende.

This marquis her has married with a ring

Brought for the purpose there; and then has set

Upon a horse, snow-white and well ambling,

And to his palace, without longer let,

390 With happy following folk and more they met,

Convoyed her home, and thus the day they spent

In revelry until the sun's descent.

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From The Clerk's Tale, lines 393-441:
About Griselda's renown and reputation