Troilus and Criseyde by Geoffrey Chaucer
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And he gan at him-self to iape faste,
And seyde, `Nece, I have so greet a pyne 1165 For love, that every other day I faste' -- And gan his beste Iapes forth to caste; And made hir so to laughe at his folye, That she for laughter wende for to dye. And whan that she was comen in-to halle, 1170 `Now, eem,' quod she, `we wol go dine anoon;' And gan some of hir women to hir calle, And streyght in-to hir chaumbre gan she goon; But of hir besinesses, this was oon A-monges othere thinges, out of drede, 1175 Ful prively this lettre for to rede; Avysed word by word in every lyne, And fond no lak, she thoughte he coude good; And up it putte, and went hir in to dyne. But Pandarus, that in a study stood, 1180 Er he was war, she took him by the hood, And seyde, `Ye were caught er that ye wiste;' `I vouche sauf,' quod he. `do what yow liste.' Tho wesshen they, and sette hem doun and ete; And after noon ful sleyly Pandarus 1185 Gan drawe him to the window next the strete, And seyde, `Nece, who hath arayed thus The yonder hous, that stant afor-yeyn us?' `Which hous?' quod she, and gan for to biholde, And knew it wel, and whos it was him tolde, 1190 |
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