Aged 18, he had no idea what to do with his life.
Whan I from her should depart asundre, Wyth her fayre head she dyd lowe enclyne, And in lykewyse so dyd I wyth myne.
Palamon. […] Stay a little, / Is not this peece too streight? / Arcite. No, no, tis well.
Thunder an' tear an' ouns," said he
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