And with that word he fell down in a trance A longë time; and afterward upstart This Palamon, that thought thorough his heart He felt a cold sword suddenly to glide: For ire he quoke, 453 no longer would he hide. And when that he had heard Arcite’s tale, As he were wood, 454 with facë dead and pale, He start him up out of the bushes thick, And said: “False Arcita, false traitor wick’, 455 Now art thou hent, 456 that lov’st my lady so, For whom that I have all this pain and woe, And art my blood, and to my counsel sworn, As I full oft have told thee herebeforn, And hast bejaped 457 here Duke Theseus, And falsely changed hast thy namë thus;