Stanza 144

Boccaccio:

No Analogue


Petrarch:

stupore perfusam et velut e somno turbido experrectam, cupidis ulnis amplectitur et «Tu» ait «tu sola uxor mea es; aliam nec habui, nec habebo.

who stood all overcome with stupor and as if waking from a troubled sleep. "And you," he said, "are my only wife. I have no other, nor ever shall have.


Chaucer:

And she for wonder took of it no keep.
She herde nat, what thyng he to hir seyde.
She ferde as she had stert out of a sleep,
Til she out of hire mazednesse abreyde.
"Grisilde," quod he, "by God that for us deyde,
Thou art my wyf, ne noon oother I have,
Ne nevere hadde, as God my soule save.


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