And changed so, that no man couldë know His speech, neither his voice, though men it heard. And in his gear 399 for all the world he far’d Not only like the lovers’ malady Of Eros, but rather y-like maníe, 400 Engender’d of humoúrs meláncholic, Before his head in his cell fántastic. 401 And shortly turned was all upside down, Both habit and eke dispositioún, Of him, this woful lover Dan 402 Arcite. Why should I all day of his woe indite? When he endured had a year or two This cruel torment, and this pain and woe, At Thebes, in his country, as I said, Upon a night in sleep as he him laid, Him thought how that the winged god Mercúry Before him stood, and bade him to be merry. His sleepy yard