departing of our company! Alas, mine heartë’s queen! alas, my wife! Mine heartë’s lady, ender of my life! What is this world? what askë men to have? Now with his love, now in his coldë grave Alone, withouten any company. Farewell, my sweet, farewell, mine Emily, And softly take me in your armës tway, For love of God, and hearken what I say. I have here with my cousin Palamon Had strife and rancour many a day agone, For love of you, and for my jealousy. And Jupiter so wis my soulë gie, To speaken of a servant properly, With allë circumstances truëly, That is to say, truth, honour, and knighthead, Wisdom, humbless, estate, and high kindred, Freedom, and all that longeth to that art, So Jupiter have of my soulë part, As in this world right now I know not one, So worthy to be lov’d as Palamon, That serveth you, and will do all his life. And if that you shall ever be a wife, Forget not Palamon, the gentle man.”
And with that word his speech to fail began. For from his feet up to his breast was come The cold of death, that had him overnome. And yet moreover in his armës two The vital strength is lost, and all ago. Only the intellect, withoutë more, That dwelled in his heartë sick and sore, Gan failë, when the heartë feltë death;