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From Troilus and Criseyde, Book III, lines 652-693:
Due to bad weather, Pandarus persuades Criseyde to sleep over at his house
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Geoffrey Chaucer (1342 - 1400):
Troilus and Criseyde
Book III, lines 694-749: Pandarus tells Troilus to prepare


But Pandarus, that wel koude ech a deel
695The olde daunce, and every poynt therinne,
Whan that he sey that alle thing was wel,
He thoughte he wolde up-on his werk biginne,
And gan the stuwe dore al softe unpinne;
And stille as stoon, withouten lenger lette,
700By Troilus adown right he him sette.

And, shortly to the poynt right for to gon,
Of al this werk he tolde him word and ende,
And seyde, `Make thee redy right anon,
For thou shalt in-to hevene blisse wende.'
705`Now blisful Venus, thou me grace sende,'
Quod Troilus, `for never yet no nede
Hadde I er now, ne halvendel the drede.'

Quod Pandarus, `Ne drede thee never a deel,
For it shal been right as thou wilt desyre;
710So thryve I, this night shal I make it wel,
Or casten al the gruwel in the fyre.'
`Yit blisful Venus, this night thou me enspyre,'
Quod Troilus, `as wis as I thee serve,
And ever bet and bet shal, til I sterve.

715`And if I hadde, O Venus ful of myrthe,
Aspectes badde of Mars or of Saturne,
Or thou combust or let were in my birthe,
Thy fader prey al thilke harm disturne
Of grace, and that I glad ayein may turne,
720For love of him thou lovedest in the shawe,
I mene Adoon, that with the boor was slawe.

`O Jove eek, for the love of faire Europe,
The whiche in forme of bole awey thou fette;
Now help, O Mars, thou with thy blody cope,
725For love of Cipris, thou me nought ne lette;
O Phebus, thenk whan Dane hirselven shette
Under the bark, and laurer wex for drede,
Yet for hir love, O help now at this nede!

`Mercurie, for the love of Hierse eke,
730For which Pallas was with Aglauros wrooth,
Now help, and eek Diane, I thee biseke
That this viage be not to thee looth.
O fatal sustren, which, er any clooth
Me shapen was, my destene me sponne,
735So helpeth to this werk that is bigonne!'

Quod Pandarus, `Thou wrecched mouses herte,
Art thou agast so that she wol thee byte?
Why, don this furred cloke up-on thy sherte,
And folowe me, for I wol have the wyte;
740But byd, and lat me go bifore a lyte.'
And with that word he gan undo a trappe,
And Troilus he broughte in by the lappe.

The sterne wind so loude gan to route
That no wight other noyse mighte here;
745And they that layen at the dore withoute,
Ful sikerly they slepten alle yfere;
And Pandarus, with a ful sobre chere,
Goth to the dore anon withouten lette,
Ther-as they laye, and softely it shette.





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Pandarus urges Criseyde to quench Troilus' desire as no person except Pandarus knows about Troilus' presence in the house
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