The Canterbury Tales: The Knight's Tale
'It nere,' quod he, 'to thee no greet honour
For to be fals, ne for to be traitour
To me, that am thy cosyn and thy brother,
Ysworn ful depe, and ech of us til oother,
That nevere for to dyen in the peyne,
Til that the deeth departe shal us tweyne,
Neither of us in love to hyndre other,
Ne in noon oother cas, my leeve brother,
But that thou shouldest trewely forthren me
In every cas, as I shal forthren thee.
This was thyn ooth, and myn also certeyn.'
'Nay, certes, fals Arcite, thow shalt nat so!
I loved hire first, and tolde thee my wo
As to my conseil, and to my brother sworn,
To forthre me as I have toold biforn,
For which thou art ybounden as a knyght
To helpen me, if it lay in thy myght,
Or elles artow fals, I dar wel seyn.'
And myn is love, as to a creature;
For which I tolde thee myn aventure
As to my cosyn and my brother sworn.