<< That they [ne] fayled never-mo. 775 Ful fetis damiselles two, Right yonge, and fulle of semlihede, In kirtles, and non other wede, And faire tressed every tresse, Hadde Mirthe doon, for his noblesse, 780 Amidde the carole for to daunce; But her-of lyth no remembraunce, How that they daunced queyntely. That oon wolde come al prively Agayn that other: and whan they were 785 Togidre almost, they threwe y-fere Hir mouthes so, that through hir play It semed as they kiste alway; To dauncen wel coude they the gyse; What shulde I more to you devyse? 790 Ne bede I never thennes go, Whyles that I saw hem daunce so. Upon the carole wonder faste, I gan biholde; til atte laste A lady gan me for to espye, 795 And she was cleped CURTESYE, CURTESYE. The worshipful, the debonaire; I pray god ever falle hir faire! >> Deus damoiseles moult mignotes, Qui estoient en pures cotes, Et trecies à une tresce, Faisoient Déduit par noblesce Enmi la karole baler; Mès de ce ne fait à parler Comme el baloient cointement. L'une venoit tout belement 770 Contre l'autre; et quant el estoient Près à près, si s'entregetoient Les bouches, qu'il vous fust avis Que s'entrebaisassent où vis: Bien se savoient desbrisier. Ne vous en sai que devisier; Mès à nul jor ne me quéisse Remuer, tant que ge véisse Ceste gent ainsine efforcier De caroler et de dancier. 780 La karole tout en estant Regardai iluec jusqu'à tant C'une dame bien enseignie Me tresvit: ce fu Cortoisie La vaillant et la debonnaire, Que Diex deffende de contraire. << Ful curteisly she called me, 'What do ye there, beau sire?' quod she, 800 Come [neer], and if it lyke yow To dauncen, daunceth with us now.' And I, withoute tarying, Wente into the caroling. I was abasshed never a del, 805 But it me lykede right wel, That Curtesye me cleped so, And bad me on the daunce go. For if I hadde durst, certeyn I wolde have caroled right fayn, 810 As man that was to daunce blythe. Than gan I loken ofte sythe The shap, the bodies, and the cheres, The countenaunce and the maneres Of alle the folk that daunced there, 815 And I shal telle what they were. Ful fair was MIRTHE, ful long and high; MIRTHE. A fairer man I never sigh. As round as appel was his face, Ful rody and whyt in every place. 820 Fetys he was and wel beseye, With metely mouth and yën greye;