This Arcita full proudly spake again: “Thou shalt,” quoth he, “be rather 349 false than I, And thou art false, I tell thee utterly; For par amour I lov’d her first ere thou. What wilt thou say? thou wist it not right now 350 Whether she be a woman or goddéss. Thine is affectión of holiness, And mine is love, as to a creature: For which I toldë thee mine áventure As to my cousin, and my brother sworn. I posë, 351 that thou loved’st her beforn: Wost 352 thou not well the oldë clerkë’s saw, 353 That who shall give a lover any law? Love is a greater lawë, by my pan,