The Canterbury Tales: The Knight's Tale
Neither of us in love to hyndre other,
Ne in noon oother cas, my leeve brother,
But that thou sholdest trewely forthren me
In every cas, as I shal forthren thee, --
This was thyn ooth, and myn also certeyn.
'O deere cosyn Palamon,' quod he,
'Thyn is the victorie of this aventure.'
'Allas,' quod he, 'Arcite, cosyn myn!
Of al oure strif, God woot, the fruyt is thyn.'