"And after that with sharp strong spears, They thrust at each other a wonderfully long time. Thou mightest suppose that this Palamo, In his fighting was a mad lion, And Arcite was like a cruel tiger, They began to smite like wild boars. They fought up to the ankle in their blood. "
You will pay for this!
" My will is this, for flat conclusion, Without any arguing- if this pleases you take it for the best: each one go where he pleases, and fifty weeks from this day, each one of you will bring fifty knights, armed up for the lists of all respects, all ready to decide the right to her by battle."
Men, follow me into battle!
Diana, do not make me marry
"The third planetary hour after Palamon went to Venus' temple, Up rose Emelye and to the temple of Diana did hasten. And Arcite 'For though it be true that Mars is the god of war, if you please, I will also have my love."
Mars, allow me to win this battle.
Venus, allow me to marry Emelye.
"Their people see who can joust and who can ride; there splinter spears upon thick shields, he feels the stabbing through the breast bone, up spring spears twenty foot on height, out go the swords bright as silver, out burst the blood in strong red streams."
I shall beat you dear friend!
She will be mine!
"For which, his horse for fear began to turn, and leaped aside, and stumbled as he leaped; and before Arcite could take heed, That in the place he lay as if he were dead, his breast shattered by the saddlebow, blood was so run in his face."
Arcite! Do not die on me.
"Between them was made right way the bond that is called matrimony or marriage, by all the council and baronage. And thus with all bliss and festivity, Palamon has wedded Emelye."