Chaucer's The Prologue and The Knightes tale
Geoffrey Chaucer
Paperback
(RareBooksClub.com, July 4, 2012)
This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 edition. Excerpt: ...Who loketh lightly now but Palamoun? Who springeth up for Ioye but Arcite? Who couthe telle, or who couthe it endyte, The Ioye that is maked in the place 1015 Whan Theseus hath doon so fair a grace? But doun on knees wente every maner wight,1 And thanked him with al hir herte and might, And namely the Thebans ofte sythe. And thus with good hope and with herte blythe 1020 They take hir leve, and hom-ward gonrje they ryde To Thebes, with his olde walles wyde. Explicit secunda pars. Sequitur pars tercia. I trowe men wolde deme it necligence, If I foryete to tellen the dispence Of Theseus, that goth so busily 1025 To maken up the listes roially; 2 That swich a noble theatre as it was, I dar wel seyn that in this world ther nas. The circuit a myle was aboute, Walled of stoon, and diched al with-oute. 1030 Round was the shap, in manere of compas, Ful of degrees,3 the heighte of sixty pas, That, whan a man was set on o degree, He lette4 nat his felawe for to see. Est-ward ther stood a gate of marbel whyt, 1035 West-ward, right swich another in the opposit. And shortly to concluden, swich a place Was noon in erthe, as in so litel space; 1 Every person. 2 Royally. 3 Steps rising one above another. 4 Hindered. For in the lond ther nas no crafty man, That geometrie or ars-metrik1 can, 1040 Ne portreyour, ne kervere of images, That Theseus ne yaf him mete and wages The theatre for to maken and devyse. And for to doon his ryte and sacrifyse, He est-ward hath up-on the gate above, 1045 In worship of Venus, goddesse of love, Doon make an auter 2 and an oratorie; And west-ward, in the mynde and in memorie Of Mars, he maked hath right swich another, That coste largely of gold a fother.3 1050 And porth-ward, in a touret on the wal, Of alabastre whyt and reed coral...