Geoffrey Chaucer's Troilus and Criseyde
Geoffrey Chaucer
B.A. Windeatt

Stanzas 11 through 20

So whan this Calkas knew by calkulynge,
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And ek by answer of this Appollo.
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That Grekes sholden swich a peple brynge
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Thorugh which that Troie moste ben for-do,
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He caste anon out of the town to go;
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ffor wel wiste he by sort that Troye sholde
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Destroyed ben -- ȝe, wolde who-so nolde.
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ffor which forto departen softely
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Took purpos ful this for-knowynge wise,
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And to the Grekes oost ful pryuely
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He stal anon; and they in curteys wise
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Hym diden bothe worship and seruyce,
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In trust that he hath konnynge hem to rede
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In euery peril which that is to drede.
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The noise vp ros whan it was first aspied
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Thorugh al the town and generaly was spoken
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That Calkas traitour fled was and allied
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With hem of Grece, and casten to be wroken
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On hym that falsly hadde his feith so broken,
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And seyden he and al his kyn atones
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Ben worthi for to brennen, felle and bones
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Now hadde Calkas left in this meschaunce,
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Al vnwist of this false and wikked dede,
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His doughter, which that was in gret penaunce,
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ffor of hire lif she was ful sore in drede,
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As she that nyste what was best to rede;
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ffor bothe a widewe was she and allone
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Of any frend to whom she dorste hir mone.
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Criseyde was this lady name al right --
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As to my doom in al Troies cite
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Nas non so fair, for passynge euery wight
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So aungelik was hir natif beaute
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That lik a thing in-mortal semed she,
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As doth an heuenyssh perfit creature
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That down were sent in scornynge of nature.
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This lady which that alday herd at ere
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Hire fadres shame, his falsnesse and tresoun,
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Wel neigh out of hir wit for sorwe and fere,
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In widewes habet large of samyt broun,
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On knees she fil biforn Ector adown
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With pitous vois, and tendrely wepynge,
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His mercy bad, hir seluen excusynge.
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Now was this Ector pitous of nature,
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And saugh that she was sorwfully bigon,
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And that she was so faire a creature;
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Of his goodnesse he gladede hire anon,
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And seyde, "lat ȝoure fadres treson gon
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fforth with meschaunce, and ȝe ȝoure self in ioie
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Dwelleth with vs, whil ȝow good list, in Troie.
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"And al thonour that men may don ȝow haue,
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As ferforth as ȝoure fader dwelled here,
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Ȝe shul haue, and ȝoure body shal men saue,
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As fer as I may ought enquere or here."
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And she hym thonked with ful humble chere,
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And ofter wolde, and it hadde ben his wille.
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And took hire leue, and hom, and held hir stille.
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And in hire hous she abood with swich meyne
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As til hire honour nede was to holde;
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And whil she was dwellynge in that cite
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Kepte hir estat, and both of ȝonge and olde
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fful wel biloued, and wel men of hir tolde --
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But wheither that she children hadde or noon,
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I rede it naught, ther-fore I late it goon.
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The thynges fellen as they don of werre
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Bitwixen hem of Troie and Grekes ofte;
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ffor som day boughten they of Troie it derre,
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And eft the Grekes founden no thing softe
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The folk of Troie; and thus fortune on lofte
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And vnder eft gan hem to whielen bothe
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Aftir hir cours, ay whil that thei were wrothe.
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