| Of thebes with his wast wallis wyde | |
| And venus sletth me in that other syde | |
475 | For Ielosie and feer of hym and arcite | |
| Now wol I stynte of Palamon alite | |
| And lete hym in his prison stille duelle | |
| And of arcite forth I wol you telle | |
| The somer passed the nyghtis wax long | |
480 | Encrecith he doubil wyse the peynes strong | |
| Bothe of the louer and of the prisoner | |
| I ne woot who hath the wofuller myster | |
| For shortly to say of this Palamon | |
| Perpetuelly is dampned to prison | |
485 | In cheynys and in feters to be ded | |
| And arcite is exiled on his hed | |
| For euermore and out of that contre | |
| For neuer more shal be his lady se | |
| Yow louers axe I now this question | |
490 | Who hath the worse of arcite & of Palamon | |
| That one may se his lady day be day | |
| But in prison muste he dwelle al way | |
| That other where hym list may ryde or goo | |
| But se his lady shal he neuer moo | |
495 | Now demyth as ye list ye that can | |
| For I wil telle forth as I began | |
| Whan that arcite to Thebes come was | |
| Ful ofte a day he swelte and sayde allas | |
| For se his lady shal he neuer moo | |
500 | And shortly to conclude all his woo | |
| So moche sorow ne hath creature | |