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Troilus declares his love for Criseyde
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Geoffrey Chaucer (1342 - 1400):
Troilus and Criseyde
Book III, lines 155-203: Criseyde declares her love to Troilus


155With that she gan hir eyen on him caste
Ful esily, and ful debonairly,
Avysing hir, and hyed not to faste
With never a word, but seyde him softely,
`Myn honour sauf, I wol wel trewely,
160And in swich forme as he can now devyse,
Receyven him fully to my servyse,

`Biseching him, for Goddes love, that he
Wolde, in honour of trouthe and gentilesse,
As I wel mene, eek mene wel to me,
165And myn honour, with wit and besinesse
Ay kepe; and if I may don him gladnesse,
From hennesforth, ywis, I nil not feyne:
Now beeth al hool; no lenger ye ne pleyne.

`But nathelees, this warne I yow,' quod she,
170`A kinges sone although ye be, ywis,
Ye shal namore han soverainetee
Of me in love, than right in that cas is;
Ne I nil forbere, if that ye doon amis,
To wrathen yow; and whyl that ye me serve,
175Cherycen yow right after ye deserve.

`And shortly, dere herte and al my knight,
Beth glad, and draweth yow to lustinesse,
And I shal trewely, with al my might,
Your bittre tornen al into swetenesse.
180If I be she that may yow do gladnesse,
For every wo ye shal recovere a blisse';
And him in armes took, and gan him kisse.

Fil Pandarus on knees, and up his eyen
To hevene threw, and held his hondes hye,
185`Immortal God!' quod he, `That mayst nought dyen,
Cupide I mene, of this mayst glorifye;
And Venus, thou mayst maken melodye;
Withouten hond, me semeth that in the towne,
For this merveyle, I here ech belle sowne.

190`But ho! No more as now of this matere,
Forwhy this folk wol comen up anoon,
That han the lettre red; lo, I hem here.
But I conjure thee, Criseyde, anon,
And two, thou Troilus, whan thow mayst goon,
195That at myn hous ye been at my warninge,
For I ful wel shal shape youre cominge;

`And eseth ther your hertes right ynough;
And lat see which of yow shal bere the belle
To speke of love aright!' therwith he lough,
200`For ther have ye a layser for to telle.'
Quod Troilus, `How longe shal I dwelle
Er this be doon?' Quod he, `Whan thou mayst ryse,
This thing shal be right as I yow devyse.'





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