| In whiche ther was an hert as men hym tolde | |
| Duke Theseus the streight wey hath holde | |
| And to the launde he ridith ful right | |
| For thider was the hert wont to haue his flight | |
835 | And ouer abrook and so forth on his way | |
| The duke wolde haue acours of hym or twey | |
| With houndis suche as he list to comaunde | |
| And whan this duke was come to the launde | |
| Vnder the sonne he lokyd and that anon | |
840 | He was waar of arcite and Palamon | |
| That foughten breme as it were bolis two | |
| The bright suerdis wente to and fro | |
| So hidonsly that with the leste strook | |
| He semyd that it wolde haue fellyd on ook | |
845 | But what they were no thing he ne woot | |
| This duke with his sporis his courser smote | |
| And at a sterte he was betwix hem two | |
| And pullyd out his swerde and sayde ho | |
| Nomore on peyne of lesing of your hed | |
850 | Be myghty marce anon ye shul be ded | |
| That smytith ony strook that I may se | |
| But tellith me what myster men ye be | |
| That ben so hardy to fighte here | |
| Withoute Iuge or other officere | |
855 | As though it were in listis rially | |
| This Palamon answerde hastely | |
| And sayde syre what nedith wordis moo | |
| We haue the deth deserued bothe twoo | |
| Two woful wrecchis be we and knyghtis | |