My time is short, I must from them reverse. And dame Correccion into a chambre ledde Me right anone, for to go to my bedde. What nede I shew of my great chere and rest? I wanted nought, but had all of the best. And so I slept tyll that Aurora clere Began to shyne amiddes the golden spere. Than up I rose, and my verlet also, Which made me redy, and to my stede did go; And dame Correccion, at the morow tyde, Did me entreat a while to abyde; And right anone my breakfast was brought, To make me chere there wanted right nought. And after this, dame Correccion Did lede me to a mervaylous dongen: And first she led me to the upper ward, Where Shamefastnes did us well regarde, For he was gayler, and had at his charge Every rebell not for to go at large. In the first ward there wente to and fro Both men and women might no ferther go, But yet they hoped for to have releve Of theyr imprison which did them so greve. These prisoners, whan true love was meved, They wold dryve of and release the greved; And for this cause, by egal jugement, Lyke as they did, here hath they punishment. And Shamefastnes lower did us bring Where we saw men in great tormenting, With many ladies, that their mouthes gagged; And Fales Reporte on me his head wagged. Than right anone a lady gan to scrape His furred tonge, that he cryed lyke an ape; And, vyle peller, in lykewyse also, His tonge was scraped that he suffered wo; And yet we went into a depe vale, Where I saw men that were in great bale, In holly bushes they did hange aloft, Theyr hedes downeward for to fall unsofte; And two ladyes dyde theyr bodyes bete, With knotted whyppes in the flesshe to frete, That the desyre it sholde sone aswage And specyally of the Vylayne Courage. These men, with sugred mouthes so eloquente, A maydens herte coude ryght sone relente, And these yonge madens for to take in snare They fayne greate wo and for to suffer care: The folyshe maydens dyd byleve they smarted, That to theyr wyll the men them converted: Thus whan that they had them so begyled, And with theyr fraude these maydens defyled, They cast them of; they toke no lenger kepe; Go where ye lyst, though they crye and wepe; Therfore these ladyes, wyth theyr whyppes harde, Theyr bodyes bete that theyr bodyes had marde. And every man as he hath deserved A payne there is whiche is for hym observed. Thus whan I had all the pryson sene, With the tourmente of many a one I wene, And forthe we wente agayne to the hall; My stede was redy and brought to the wall, And of the ladyes clere in excellence I toke my leve, with all due reverence, And thanked Correccyon, with my herte entere, Of my repose and of her lovynge chere. To me she sayd: Remembre you well Of the swete beaute of La Belle Pucell; Whan you her herte in fetters have chayned, Let her have yours in lykewyse retayned;