And suffisaunt of persone and of might, And lyk to been a veray gentil man; And wel his wordes he besette can, And had a noble visage for the nones, 1070 And formed wel of braunes and of bones. For, after Venus, hadde he swich fairnesse, That no man might be half so fair, I gesse. (150) And wel a lord he semed for to be. And, for he was a straunger, somwhat she 1075 Lyked him the bet, as, god do bote, To som folk ofte newe thing is swote. Anoon her herte hath pitee of his wo, And, with that pitee, love com in also; And thus, for pitee and for gentilesse, 1080 Refresshed moste he been of his distresse. She seide, certes, that she sory was That he hath had swich peril and swich cas; (160) And, in her frendly speche, in this manere She to him spak, and seide as ye may here. 1085 'Be ye nat Venus sone and Anchises? In good feith, al the worship and encrees That I may goodly doon yow, ye shul have. Your shippes and your meynee shal I save;' And many a gentil word she spak him to; 1090 And comaunded her messageres go The same day, with-outen any faile, His shippes for to seke, and hem vitaile. (170) She many a beste to the shippes sente, And with the wyn she gan hem to presente; 1095 And to her royal paleys she her spedde, And Eneas alwey with her she ledde. What nedeth yow the feste to descryve? He never beter at ese was his lyve. Ful was the feste of deyntees and richesse, 1100 Of instruments, of song, and of gladnesse, And many an amorous loking and devys. This Eneas is come to Paradys (180) Out of the swolow of helle, and thus in Ioye Remembreth him of his estat in Troye. 1105 To dauncing-chambres ful of parements, Of riche beddes, and of ornaments, This Eneas is lad, after the mete. And with the quene whan that he had sete, And spyces parted, and the wyn agoon, 1110 Unto his chambres was he lad anoon To take his ese and for to have his reste, With al his folk, to doon what so hem leste. (190) Ther nas coursere wel y-brydled noon, Ne stede, for the Iusting wel to goon, 1115 Ne large palfrey, esy for the nones, Ne Iuwel, fretted ful of riche stones, Ne sakkes ful of gold, of large wighte, Ne ruby noon, that shynede by nighte, Ne gentil hautein faucon heronere, 1120 Ne hound, for hert or wilde boor or dere, Ne coupe of gold, with florins newe y-bete, That in the lond of Libie may be gete, (200) That Dido ne hath hit Eneas y-sent;