Ye shall none other endë with me maken Than one of you shallë be dead or taken. And if you thinketh this is well y-said, Say your advice, 525 and hold yourselves apaid. 526 This is your end, and your conclusión.” Who looketh lightly now but Palamon? Who springeth up for joyë but Arcite? Who could it tell, or who could it indite, The joyë that is maked in the place When Theseus hath done so fair a grace? But down on knees went every manner 527 wight, And thanked him with all their heartës’ might, And namëly 528 these Thebans oftë sithe. 529 And thus with good hope and with heartë blithe They take their leave, and homeward gan they ride To Thebes-ward, with his old wallës wide.