“The answer of this leave I to divinës, But well I wot, that in this world great pine 385 is: Alas! I see a serpent or a thief That many a truë man hath done mischief, Go at his large, and where him list may turn. But I must be in prison through Saturn, And eke through Juno, jealous and eke wood, 386 That hath well nigh destroyed all the blood Of Thebes, with his wastë wallës wide. And Venus slay’th me on that other side For jealousy, and fear of him, Arcite.”