| | To hem that ben in repentaunce and drede | |
| | As wel as a proud dispitous man | |
| 920 | That wil mayntene that he first began | |
| | That lord hath litil of discression | |
| | That in suche a caas can no diuision | |
| | But weyeth pryde and humbles aftir one | |
| | And shortly whan his ire is thus agon | |
| 925 | He gan to loke on hem with yen blake & vglye | |
| | And spak thise wordis al on hye | |
| | The god of loue a benedicite | |
| | How mighty and how gret alord is he | |
| | Agayns his might ther gayneth non obstakyl | |
| 930 | He may be clepid a god for his mirakyl | |
| | For he can make at his owen gyse | |
| | Of euery herte as hym list deuyse | |
| | Lo here this arcite and this Palamon | |
| | That queyntly cam out of my prison | |
| 935 | And mighte a lyuyd in thebes ryally | |
| | And knowen I am her mortal enemy | |
| | And that here deth lith in me also | |
| | And yet hath loue magre hir yen two | |
| | Brought hem hither bothe forto dye | |
| 940 | Now lokith is not this an high folye | |
| | Who may be a fole but yf that he loue | |
| | Behold for goddis sake that sittith aboue | |
| | Se how they blede be they not wel arayd | |
| | Thus hath her lord the god of loue hem payd | |
| 945 | Her wages and her fees of her seruyse | |
| | And yet they wene forto be wyse | |
