Abstract

Another Essay on Chaucer's Criseyde might seem as redundant as another essay on Hamlet, whose bibliographer discouragingly warns us to expect a new pronouncement every week or so. Perhaps Criseyde would be almost as popular a subject as Hamlet if readers of Chaucer were as numerous as readers of Shakespeare. But she is popular enough already. Even now there is not much hope of discovering anything in Chaucer's poem that has not been noted by someone in the long line of scholars to whom this essay is much indebted, though it may disagree with their conclusions. I believe, however, that the assembling of details and the resultant understanding of the infidelity here presented are not altogether derivative. If the argument is a poor thing, it is at least my own. jQuery.click { event.preventDefault(); })