Now will I stent 387 of Palamon a lite, 388 And let him in his prison stillë dwell, And of Arcita forth I will you tell. The summer passeth, and the nightës long Increasë double-wise the painës strong Both of the lover and the prisonére. I n’ot 389 which hath the wofuller mistére. 390 For, shortly for to say, this Palamon Perpetually is damned to prisón, In chainës and in fetters to be dead; And Arcite is exiled on his head 391 For evermore as out of that country, Nor never more he shall his lady see. You lovers ask I now this question, 392 Who lieth the worse, Arcite or Palamon? The one may see his lady day by day,