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One more passage strikes my eye from B. and F.'s "Palamon and Arcite."

The Complaint of Annilida to false Arcite.

When they draw lots for the first story the chance falls to the Knight, who tells one of the best of the Canterbury Tales, the chivalric story of "Palamon and Arcite."

As a story, "Palamon and Arcite" is, in many respects, the best of the Canterbury Tales, reflecting as it does the ideals of the time in regard to romantic love and knightly duty.

Alexander's Feast, Song for St. Cecilia's Day, selections from Absalom and Achitophel, Religio Laici, Hind and Panther, Annus Mirabilis,in Manly's English Poetry, or Ward's English Poets, or Cassell's National Library; Palamon and Arcite (Dryden's version of Chaucer's tale), in Standard English Classics, Riverside Literature, etc.; Dryden's An Essay of Dramatic Poesy, in Manly's, or Garnett's, English Prose.

Thus we have the "Knight's Tale," or the story of "Palamon and Arcite," in the Canterbury Tales.

Two young Theban nobleman, Palamon and Arcite, sworn friends, are prisoners of war at Athens.

Arcite is finally pardoned on condition that he will leave Athens and never return, on penalty of death; but his love for Emily lures him back to the forbidden land.

Finally, Palamon escapes from prison, and by chance encounters Arcite.

On the morning of the contest, Palamon goes before dawn to the temple of Venus to beseech her aid in winning Emily, while Arcite at the same time steals to the temple of Mars to pray for victory in war.

Each deity not only promises but actually grants the suppliants precisely what they ask; for Arcite, though fatally wounded, is victorious in the battle, and Palamon in the end weds Emily.

and in the hour or moment of death, 'tis their sole comfort to remember their dear mistress, as Zerbino slain in France, and Brandimart in Barbary; as Arcite did his Emily. when he felt death, Dusked been his eyes, and faded is his breath

[Footnote 2: This quotation is made up of two passages in Dryden's version of Chaucer's Knights Tale, Palamon and Arcite.

Arcite was victor, but being thrown from his horse was killed, and Emily became the bride of Palamon.

Richard Edwards in 1566 produced a drama entitled Palamon and Arcite.

What a fine chivalrous spirit breathes in "Palamon and Arcite!"

To her Grace the Duchess of Ormond Palamon and Arcite; or, the Knight's Tale

Boccace's Decameron was first published; and from thence our Englishman has borrowed many of his Canterbury tales; yet that of Palamon and Arcite was written in all probability by some Italian wit, in a former age; as I shall prove hereafter.

Chaucer makes Arcite violent in his love, and unjust in the pursuit of it; yet when he came to die, he made him think more reasonably: he repents not of his love, for that had altered his character; but acknowledges the injustice of his proceedings, and resigns Emilia to Palamon.

He would certainly have made Arcite witty on his deathbed.

In the story of Palamon and Arcite, where the temple of Diana is described, you find these verses in all the editions of our author: "There saw I Danรจ turned into a tree, I mean not the goddess Diane, But Venus' daughter, which that hight Danรจ:" Which, after a little consideration, I knew was to be reformed into this sense, that Daphne, the daughter of Peneus, was turned into a tree.

I prefer in our countryman, far above all his other stories, the noble poem of Palamon and Arcite, which is of the Epic kind, and perhaps not much inferior to the Ilias, or the ร†neis.



These two were sisters' sons; and Arcite one Much famed in fields, with valiant Palamon.

Young Arcite heard; and up he ran with haste, To help his friend, and in his arms embraced; And ask'd him why he look'd so deadly wan, And whence and how his change of cheer began?

Thus Arcite: and thus Palamon replies, (Eager his tone and ardent were his eyes): Speak'st thou in earnest, or in jesting vein?

Jesting, said Arcite, suits but ill with pain.

But thou, false Arcite, never shall obtain Thy bad pretence; I told thee first my pain; For first my love began ere thine was born: Thou as my council, and my brother sworn, Art bound to assist my eldership of right, Or justly to be deem'd a perjured knight.

310 Thus Palamon: but Arcite with disdain In haughty language thus replied again:

His warlike brother is Pirithous come: Arcite of Thebes was known in arms long since, And honour'd by this young Thessalian prince.

Theseus, to gratify his friend and guest, Who made our Arcite's freedom his request, 370 Restored to liberty the captive knight, But on these hard conditions I recite: That if hereafter Arcite should be found Within the compass of Athenian ground, By day or night, or on whate'er pretence, His head should pay the forfeit of the offence.

Theseus, to gratify his friend and guest, Who made our Arcite's freedom his request, 370 Restored to liberty the captive knight, But on these hard conditions I recite: That if hereafter Arcite should be found Within the compass of Athenian ground, By day or night, or on whate'er pretence, His head should pay the forfeit of the offence.

380 Who now but Arcite mourns his bitter fate, Finds his dear purchase, and repents too late?

Thus Arcite; but if Arcite thus deplore His sufferings, Palamon yet suffers more.

Thus Arcite; but if Arcite thus deplore His sufferings, Palamon yet suffers more.

This let divines decide; but well I know, Just, or unjust, I have my share of woe, Through Saturn seated in a luckless place, And Juno's wrath, that persecutes my race; Or Mars and Venus, in a quartile, move 500 My pangs of jealousy for Arcite's love.

For Palamon in endless prison mourns, And Arcite forfeits life if he returns: The banish'd never hopes his love to see, 510 Nor hopes the captive lord his liberty.

When Arcite was to Thebes return'd again, The loss of her he loved renew'd his pain; What could be worse, than never more to see 520 His life, his soul, his charming Emily?

The fright awaken'd Arcite with a start, Against his bosom bounced his heaving heart; But soon he said, with scarce-recover'd breath, And thither will I go, to meet my death.

A sudden thought then starting in his mind, Since I in Arcite cannot Arcite find, The world may search in vain with all their eyes, But never penetrate through this disguise.

A sudden thought then starting in his mind, Since I in Arcite cannot Arcite find, The world may search in vain with all their eyes, But never penetrate through this disguise.

Thus by the general voice was Arcite praised, And by great Theseus to high favour raised; 600 Among his menial servants first enroll'd, And largely entertain'd with sums of gold: Besides what secretly from Thebes was sent, Of his own income, and his annual rent: This

While Arcite lives in bliss, the story turns Where hopeless Palamon in prison mourns.

Thus while his thoughts the lingering day beguile, To gentle Arcite let us turn our style; Who little dreamt how nigh he was to care, Till treacherous fortune caught him in the snare.

Uncautious Arcite thought himself alone, And less than all suspected Palamon, Who, listening, heard him, while he search'd the grove, And loudly sung his roundelay of love:

Thus Arcite having sung, with alter'd hue Sunk on the ground, and from his bosom drew A desperate sigh, accusing Heaven and Fate, And angry Juno's unrelenting hate.

Arcite I was, Philostratus I am.

a smart, As if cold steel had glided through his heart; No longer staid, but starting from his place, Discover'd stood, and show'd his hostile face: False traitor, Arcite!

140 Arcite, who heard his tale, and knew the man, His sword unsheath'd, and fiercely thus began: Now by the gods who govern heaven above, Wert thou not weak with hunger, mad with love, That word had been thy last, or in this grove This hand should force thee to renounce thy love.

This was in Arcite proved, and Palamon, Both in despair, yet each would love alone.

170 Arcite return'd, and, as in honour tied, His foe with bedding, and with food supplied; Then, ere the day, two suits of armour sought, Which, borne before him on his steed, he brought: Both were of shining steel, and wrought so pure, As might the strokes of two such arms endure.

Fell Arcite like an angry tiger fared,

Arcite of Thebes is he; thy mortal foe: On whom thy grace did liberty bestow, But first contracted, that if ever found By day or night upon the Athenian ground, His head should pay the forfeit; see return'd The perjured knight, his oath and honour scorn'd.

Thus without crime I fled; but further know, I, with this Arcite, am thy mortal foe: Then give me death, since I thy life pursue; For safeguard of thyself, death is my due.

Behold that Arcite, and this Palamon, Freed from my fetters, and in safety gone, What hinder'd either in their native soil At ease to reap the harvest of their toil?

And ravish'd Arcite seems to touch the sky: The whole assembled troop was pleased as well, Extol the award, and on their knees they fell To bless the gracious king.

There breathes not scarce a man on British ground (An isle for love and arms of old renown'd) But would have sold his life to purchase fame, To Palamon or Arcite sent his name: And had the land selected of the best, 20 Half had come hence, and let the world provide the rest.

To match this monarch, with strong Arcite came Emetrius, king of Ind, a mighty name; On a bay courser, goodly to behold, The trappings of his horse adorn'd with barbarous gold.

But, if you this ambitious prayer deny, (A wish, I grant, beyond mortality,) Then let me sink beneath proud Arcite's arms, And I once dead, let him possess her charms.

The champion ceased; there follow'd in the close A hollow groan: a murmuring wind arose; The rings of iron, that on the doors were hung, Sent out a jarring sound, and harshly rung: 360 The bolted gates flew open at the blast, The storm rush'd in, and Arcite stood aghast: The flames were blown aside, yet shone they bright, Fann'd by the wind, and gave a ruffled light.

Arcite heaps the fire: Nor wanted hymns to Mars, or heathen charms: At length the nodding statue clash'd his arms, 370 And with a sullen sound and feeble cry, Half sunk, and half pronounced the word of victory.

Now changed the jarring noise to whispers low, As winds forsaking seas more softly blow; When at the western gate, on which the car Is placed aloft, that bears the god of war, Proud Arcite entering arm'd before his train, Stops at the barrier, and divides the plain.

By course of time to their appointed end; So when the sun to west was far declined, And both afresh in mortal battle join'd, The strong Emetrius came in Arcite's aid, 640 And Palamon with odds was overlaid: For turning short, he struck with all his might Full on the helmet of the unwary knight.

But Arcite's men, who now prevail'd in fight, Twice ten at once surround the single knight: O'erpower'd, at length, they force him to the ground, 650 Unyielded as he was, and to the pillar bound; And

The royal judge, on his tribunal placed, Who had beheld the fight from first to last, Bade cease the war; pronouncing from on high, 660 Arcite of Thebes had won the beauteous Emily.

The sound of trumpets to the voice replied, And round the royal lists the heralds cried, Arcite of Thebes has won the beauteous bride!

Arcite is own'd even by the gods above, And conquering Mars insults the Queen of Love.

Now while the heralds run the lists around, And Arcite!

" Mean time the king, though inwardly he mourn'd, In pomp triumphant to the town return'd, Attended by the chiefs, who fought the field; (Now friendly mix'd, and in one troop compell'd.) 720 Composed his looks to counterfeited cheer, And bade them not for Arcite's life to fear.

Mean while the health of Arcite still impairs; From bad proceeds to worse, and mocks the leech's cares 750 Swoln is his breast; his inward pains increase, All means are used, and all without success.

Arcite is doom'd to die in all his pride, 770 Must leave his youth, and yield his beauteous bride, Gain'd hardly, against right, and unenjoy'd.

The soul of Arcite went where heathens go, Who better live than we, though less they know.

With sounding axes to the grove they go, Fell, split, and lay the fuel on a row, Vulcanian food: a bier is next prepared, On which the lifeless body should be rear'd, Cover'd with cloth of gold, on which was laid 910 The corpse of Arcite, in like robes array'd.

Then thrice the mounted squadrons ride around The fire, and Arcite's name they thrice resound: Hail, and farewell!

Since then our Arcite is with honour dead, Why should we mourn, that he so soon is freed, Or call untimely, what the gods decreed? With grief as just, a friend may be deplored From a foul prison to free air restored.

"But thou, false Arcite, never shall obtain," &c. Dryden, Fables.

Thus, the quarrel between Arcite and Palamon is wrought up with greater energy by Dryden than Chaucer, particularly by the addition of the following lines, describing the enmity of the captives against each other: "Now friends no more, nor walking hand in hand, But when they met, they made a surly stand, And glared like angry lions as they passed, And wished that every look might be their last.

But the modern must yield the palm, despite the beauty of his versification, to the description of Emily by Chaucer; and may be justly accused of loading the dying speech of Arcite with conceits for which his original gave no authority.

And this merciless quibble, where Arcite complains of the flames he endures for Emily: "Of such a goddess no time leaves record, Who burnt the temple where she was adored."Vol.

[Footnote 2: This quotation is made up of two passages in Dryden's version of Chaucer's Knights Tale, Palamon and Arcite.

I read 'Palemon and Arcite', William writing out his alterations of Chaucer's 'Cuckoo and Nightingale'.

CHAUCER'S KNIGHT'S TALE, or Palamon and Arcite.

The plays, as at Cambridge, were of various character, but the one that gave especial pleasure was an English piece having the same subject as the Knighte's Tale of Chaucer, and called Palamon and Arcite.

When, in 1556, in Christ Church Hall, Palamon and Arcite was finished, outspoken Queen Bess, with her frank eyes full of pleasure, declared "that Palamon must have been in love indeed.

Arcite was a right martial knight, having a swart and manly countenance, yet like a Venus clad in armour."