860 | That ben encombred of oure lyuys | |
| And as thow art a rightful lord and Iuge | |
| Ne yeue vs neyther mercy ne refuge | |
| But sle me first for saint charite | |
| But sle my felow eke as wel as me | |
865 | Or ellis hym first for they thou knowe hym lite | |
| He is thy mortal fo this is arcite | |
| That fro thy lond was banysshed on his hed | |
| For whiche he hath deserued to be ded | |
| For this is he that cam to thy yate | |
870 | And sayde that he highte Philostrate | |
| Thus he hath iaped the many a yeer | |
| And thow hast maad hym thy chief squyer | |
| And this is he that loueth Emely | |
| For sithnes the day is come that I shal dy | |
875 | I make pleynly my confession | |
| That I am that woful Palamon | |
| That hath thy prison broke wickedly | |
| I am thy mortal fo and he am I | |
| That loueth so hote Emely the bright | |
880 | That I wil dye here present in her sight | |
| Therfore I axe deth of my Iewise | |
| But sle my felow in the same wise | |
| For bothe haue we deserued to be slayn | |
| T | His worthy duke ansuerde anon agayn | |
885 | And saide this is a short conclusion | |
| Your owen mouth be your confession | |
| Hath dampned you and I wil it recorde | |
| Hit nedith not to peyne with the corde | |