For joye of this, so loud and high withall It seemed that the listes shulden fall. What can now fayre Venus don above? What saith she now? What doth this quene of Love? But wepeth so, for wanting of hire will, Til that hire teres in the listes fill: She sayde, I am ashamed doutelees. Saturnus sayde, Daughter, hold thy pees: Mars hath his will, his knight hath all his bone, And, by min hed, thou shall ben esed sone. The trompoures, with the loud minstralcie, The heraudes, that so loude yell and crie, Ben in hir joye for wele of Dan Arcite. But herkeneth me, and stenteth noise a lite, Whiche a miracle ther befell anon. This fierce Arcite hath of his helme ydon, And on a courser for to shew his face He priketh endlong the large place, Loking upward upon this Emelie, And she again him cast a frendlich eye, (For women, as to speken in commune, They folwen all the favour of Fortune,) And was all his in chere as his in herte. Out of the ground a fury infernal sterte, From Pluto sent, at requeste of Saturne, For which his hors for fere gan to turne, And lepte aside, and foundred as he lepe; And er that Arcite may take any kepe, He pight him on the pomel of his hed, That in the place he lay as he were ded, His breste to-brosten with his sadel bow; As blake he lay as any cole or crow, So was the blood yronnen in his face. Anon he was yborne out of the place, With herte sore, to Theseus paleis: Tho was he corven out of his harneis, And in a bed ybrought ful fayre and blive, For he was yet in memorie and live, And alway crying after Emelie. Duk Theseus, with all his compagnie, Is comen hom to Athens, his citee, With alle blisse and gret solempnite. Al be it that this aventure was falle He n'olde not discomforten hem alle. Men sayden eke that Arcite shal not die, He shal ben heled of his maladie. And of another thing they were as fayn, That of hem alle was ther non yslain, Al were they sore yhurt, and namely on, That with a spere was thirled his brest bone. To other woundes, and to broken armes, Som hadden salves, and some hadden charmes; And fermacies of herbes, and eke save They dronken, for they wold hir lives have: For which this noble duk, as he wel can, Comforteth and honoureth every man, And made revel all the longe night Unto the strange lordes, as was right. Ne ther n'as holden no discomforting But as at justes, or a tourneying; For sothly ther n'as no discomfiture, For falling n'is not but an aventure: Ne to be lad by force unto a stake Unyolden, and with twenty knightes take, O person all alone, withouten mo, And haried forth by armes, foot, and too, And eke his stede driven forth with staves, With footmen, bothe yemen and eke knaves,