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Anelida and Arcite

a new edition by Elizabeth M. Spehar.

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        LC Classifications1962
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        Paginationxvi, 98 p. :
        Number of Pages47
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        ISBN 10nodata
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This fals Arcite, sumwhat moste he feyne, When he wex fals, to covere his traitorie, Ryght as an hors that can both bite and pleyne, For he bar her on honde of trecherie, And swor he coude her doublenesse espie, And al was falsnes that she to him mente.

Anelida and Arcite Analysis Geoffrey Chaucer : Summary Explanation Meaning Overview Essay Writing Critique Peer Review Literary Criticism Synopsis Online Education

No requests for explanation or general short comments allowed. But for I shewed yow, Arcite, Al that men wolde to me write, And was so besy yow to delyte-- Myn honor save--meke,kynde,and fre, Therfor ye put on me this wite, And of me rekke not a myte, Thogh that the swerd of sorwe byte My woful herte through your cruelte.

Thus serveth he withoute fee or shipe; She sent him now to londe, now to shippe; And for she yaf him daunger al his fille, Therfor she hadde him at her owne wille. Ther nas no lak with which he myghte her wite; She was so ferforth yeven hym to plese That al that lyked hym hit dyde her ese. Her fredom fond Arcite in such manere That al was his that she hath, moche or lyte; Ne to no creature made she chere Ferther then that hit lyked to Arcite.

Post your Analysis Message This may only be an analysis of the writing. Now is he fals, alas, and causeles, And of my wo he is so routheles That with a word him list Anelida and Arcite ones deyne To bringe ayen my sorowful herte in pes, For he is caught up in another les.

Beforn this duk, in signe of victorie, The trompes come, and in his baner large The ymage of Mars, and in tokenyng of glorie Men myghte sen of tresour many a charge, Many a bright helm, and many a spere and targe, Many a fresh knyght, and many a blysful route, On hors, on fote, in al the feld aboute. Strophe I wot myself Anelida and Arcite wel as any wight, For I loved oon with al myn herte and myght, More then myself an hundred thousand sithe, And called him myn hertes lif, my knyght, And was al his, as fer as hit was ryght; And when that he was glad, then was I blithe, And his disese was my deth as swithe; And he ayein his trouthe hath me plyght For evermore, his lady me to kythe.

Proem So thirleth with the poynt of remembraunce The swerd of sorowe, ywhet with fals plesaunce, Myn herte, bare of blis and blak of hewe, That turned is in quakyng al my daunce, My surete in awhaped countenaunce, Sith hit availeth not for to ben trewe; For whoso trewest is, hit shal hir rewe That serveth love and doth her observaunce Alwey til oon, and chaungeth for no newe.

Anelida and Arcite Analysis Geoffrey Chaucer : Summary Explanation Meaning Overview Essay Writing Critique Peer Review Literary Criticism Synopsis Online Education

Ne nevere mo myn yen two be drie, And to your routhe, and to your trouthe, I crie. Then wende she out of her wyt have breyd; But al this nas but sleght and flaterie; Withoute love he feyned jelousye. For thus ferforth have I my detb [y-]soght? That I have seid, be seid for evermore!

For either mot I have yow in my cheyne Or with the deth ye mote departe us tweyne; Ther ben non other mene weyes newe.