human
Father, he said,
gpt
I will not, said his father.
human
That is my last word in this matter. So help me, God.
gpt
Count Bougars, said Aucassin,
human
Count Bougars gave his hand.
gpt
Pledge me, said Aucassin,
human
In God's name, said Count Bougars,
gpt
Are you my prisoner?
human
Yes,
gpt
Then, so help me, God, said Aucassin,
human
I will now send your head from your shoulders unless I have that pledge!
gpt
What have you done with my sweet lady?
human
You will never again see Nicolette, my fair lord, said the captain.
gpt
What would you gain if you took the Saracen maid to bed? Your soul would go to hell. You would never win to heaven!
human
And what of that? said Aucassin.
gpt
Who is it that win to heaven? Old priests, and cripples that grovel and pray at altars, and tattered beggars that die of cold and hunger. These only go to heaven, and I do not want their company. So I will go to hell. For there go all good scholars and the brave knights that died in wars, and sweet ladies that had many lovers, and harpers, and minstrels, and great kings. Give me but my Nicolette, and gladly I will keep them company.
human
Though for love of thee I die In this dungeon where I lie, Wonder of the world, I will Worship thee and praise thee still! By the beauty of thy face, By the joy of thy embrace, By the rapture of thy kiss, And thy body's sweetnesses, Miracle of loveliness, Comfort me in my distress! Surely, 'twas but yesterday, That the pilgrim came this way-- Weak and poor and travel-worn-- Who in Limousin was born. With the falling sickness, he Stricken was full grievously. He had prayed to many a saint For the cure of his complaint; But no healing did he get Till he saw my Nicolette. Even as he lay down to die, Nicolette came walking by. On her shining limbs he gazed, As her kirtle she upraised. And he rose from off the ground, Healed and joyful, whole and sound. Miracle of loveliness, Comfort me in my distress!