O Cupid, out of allë charity! O Regne 467 that wilt no fellow have with thee! Full sooth is said, that love nor lordëship Will not, his thanks, 468 have any fellowship. Well finden that Arcite and Palamon. Arcite is ridd anon unto the town, And on the morrow, ere it were daylight, Full privily two harness hath he dight, 469 Both suffisant and meetë to darraine 470 The battle in the field betwixt them twain. And on his horse, alone as he was born, He carrieth all this harness him beforn; And in the grove, at time and place y-set, This Arcite and this Palamon be met. Then changë gan the colour of their face; Right as the hunter in the regne 471 of Thrace