Sprong up a kniht with spere and schield, Of whiche anon riht in the field Echon slow other; and with that Jason Medea noght foryat, On bothe his knes he gan doun falle, And yaf thonk to the goddes alle. 3730 The Flees he tok and goth to Bote, The Sonne schyneth bryhte and hote, The Flees of gold schon forth withal, The water glistreth overal. Medea wepte and sigheth ofte, And stod upon a Tour alofte: Al prively withinne hirselve, Ther herde it nouther ten ne tuelve, Sche preide, and seide, ‘O, god him spede, The kniht which hath mi maidenhiede!’ 3740 And ay sche loketh toward thyle. Bot whan sche sih withinne a while[176] The Flees glistrende ayein the Sonne, Sche saide, ‘Ha lord, now al is wonne,[177] Mi kniht the field hath overcome: Nou wolde god he were come; Ha lord, that he ne were alonde!’[178] Bot I dar take this on honde, If that sche hadde wynges tuo, Sche wolde have flowe unto him tho 3750 [Sidenote: =P. ii. 253=] Strawht ther he was into the Bot.[179] The dai was clier, the Sonne hot, The Gregeis weren in gret doute, The whyle that here lord was oute: Thei wisten noght what scholde tyde, Bot waiten evere upon the tyde, To se what ende scholde falle. Ther stoden ek the nobles alle Forth with the comun of the toun; And as thei loken up and doun, 3760 Thei weren war withinne a throwe, Wher cam the bot, which thei wel knowe, And sihe hou Jason broghte his preie. And tho thei gonnen alle seie, And criden alle with o stevene,[180] ‘Ha, wher was evere under the hevene So noble a knyht as Jason is?’ And welnyh alle seiden this, That Jason was a faie kniht, For it was nevere of marines miht 3770 The Flees of gold so forto winne; And thus to talen thei beginne.[181] With that the king com forth anon, And sih the Flees, hou that it schon; And whan Jason cam to the lond, The king himselve tok his hond And kist him, and gret joie him made. The Gregeis weren wonder glade, And of that thing riht merie hem thoghte, And forth with hem the Flees thei broghte, 3780 [Sidenote: =P. ii. 254=] And ech on other gan to leyhe; Bot wel was him that mihte neyhe, To se therof the proprete. And thus thei passen the cite And gon unto the Paleis straght. Medea, which foryat him naght, Was redy there, and seide anon, ‘Welcome, O worthi kniht Jason.’ Sche wolde have kist him wonder fayn, Bot schame tornede hire agayn; 3790 It was noght the manere as tho,[182] Forthi sche dorste noght do so. Sche tok hire leve, and Jason wente Into his chambre, and sche him sente Hire Maide to sen hou he ferde;