tego stopnia nacisk spoczywa tu na quasi-epickiej "fabule":<br><br>&lt;q&gt; Two lovers, a knight and a highborn lady who is not the knight's wife, are lying abed in the lady's chamber, enjoying a night of ecstatic love-making. Suddenly their joy is interrupted: the dawn, announced by the song of birds or by the voice of the castle watchman resounding from the ramparts, has come to put an end to the night of love. The lovers, particularly the lady, protest. They berate the watchman, they curse the sun, they deny that day is really at hand. But in the end they must